The river itself portrays humanity precisely, with its tortuous windings, its accumulation of driftwood, its unsuspected depths, and its crystalline shallows, singing in the Summer sun. Barriers may be built across its path, but they bring only power, as the conquering of an obstacle is always sure to do. Sometimes when the rocks and stone-clad hills loom large ahead, and eternity itself would be needed to carve a passage, there is an easy way around. The discovery of it makes the river sing with gladness and turns the murmurous deeps to living water, bright with ripples and foam.

Silence always gives consent.

... no matter how one's heart aches, one can do the necessary things and do them well.

It seems to take a lifetime for us to learn that wisdom consists largely in a graceful acceptance of things that do not immediately concern us.

When the years bring wisdom, one learns to leave many problems to their own working out.

Did you ever read a love-letter that wasn't an evidence of idiocy - except your own?

When we get civilised, I believe children will go by number until they get old enough to choose their own names.