We envy people we love for being always in their own loved company.
Understanding, above all, is a gift we should never offer uninvited.
the urgent crowds out the essential.
The sorrows we imagine are more profound and inconsolable than real life leaves us time for.
I have reached the stage now where luxury is not in fine possessions but in carefree possessions, and the greatest luxury of all would be the completely expendable.
There is a stage with people we love when we are no longer separate from them, but so close in sympathy that we live through them as directly as through ourselves. ... we push back our hair because theirs is in their eyes.