The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate, from sheer joy of living? Who among us has not come home, singing, when the streets were almost impassable with snow, or met a friend with a happy, smiling face, in the midst of a pouring rain?

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

No woman need fear the effect of absence upon the man who honestly loves her. The needle of the compass, regardless of intervening seas, points forever toward the north. Pitiful indeed is she who fails to be a magnet and blindly becomes a chain.

[On marriage:] Someone once said that it was like a crowded church - those outside were endeavouring to get in, and those inside were making violent efforts to get out.

Some women are born to be married, some achieve marriage, and others have marriage thrust upon them.

If we all tried to make other people's paths easy, our own feet would have a smooth even place to walk on.

Impermanence is the very essence of joy-the drop of bitterness that enables one to perceive the sweet.