You don't spend most of your life in other people's heads without losing every prejudice you ever had.

It's hard being a rock; they have such a strange sense of time - and priorities.

One day,' Orest said, looking at him comically, 'you will say something that is less than practical and sensible, something that is driven by no forethought and nothing but passion, and I will probably collapse with shock.

A book's alright when the weather's foul and there's nothing else to do, but why sit and read when the wind is calling your name?

The great love is gone. There are still little loves - friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire?

Change or stagnate. Keep moving or die.

We're none of us quite so sure of our place in the world that we can't be rocked off our feet by bad times. It's the getting back up again that counts. Not that you fall, but getting back up again counts for more in the long run.