We imagine that when we are thrown out of our usual ruts all is lost, but it is only then that what is new and good begins. While there is life there is happiness. There is much, much before us.

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.

Our body is a machine for living.

Art lifts man from his personal life into the universal life.

she smiled at him, and at her own fears.

Every man and every living creature has a sacred right to the gladness of springtime.

He never chooses an opinion; he just wears whatever happens to be in style.