Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

as I get older there is nothing more constantly astonishing to me than the goodness of the Bad; - unless it is the badness of the Good.

moral vanity is the snare of good people.

Age, with shamefaced relief, has learned the solvent quality of Time. It is this quality which makes possible the contemplation of certain embarrassing heavenly reunions.

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

There is a bond, it appears, between mother and child which endures as long as they do. It is independent of love; reason cannot weaken it; hate cannot destroy it.

I'm not to blame for an old body, but I would be to blame for an old soul. An old soul is a shameful thing.