Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

You might drop your heart into me and you'd never hear it touch bottom.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

Perhaps it does not matter so very much what it is one loves in this world. But love something one must.

In the shortest sea voyage there is no sense of time. You have been down in the cabin for hours or days or years. Nobody knows or cares. You know all the people to the point of indifference. You do not believe in dry land any more - you are caught in the pendulum itself, and left there, idly swinging.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it it's only good for wallowing in.

In fact, isn't it a joy - there is hardly a greater one - to find a new book, a living book, and to know that it will remain with you while life lasts?