All were happy - plants, birds, insects and children. But grown-up people - adult men and women - never left off cheating and tormenting themselves and one another. It was not this spring morning which they considered sacred and important, not the beauty of God's world, given to all creatures to enjoy - a beauty which inclines the heart to peace, to harmony and to love.

I wanted to run after him, but remembered that it is ridiculous to run after one's wife's lover in one's socks; and I did not wish to be ridiculous but terrible.

Only those live who do good.

Happiness consists in always aspiring perfection, the pause in any level in perfection is the pause of happiness

Perhaps it's because I appreciate all I have so much that I don't worry about what I haven't got.

the same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"... p982

Much unhappiness has come from things left unsaid