A blossom must break the sheath it has been sheltered by.

... most people are dead, and none of them seem to mind it. One hears a great many complaints about life, doesn't one? And there are people I know who would certainly grumble -- however dead they were -- if there were anything to grumble at.

Life was a series of messes, and one spent one's time cleaning them up; if one had any heart at all one also gave a part of one's time to cleaning up those of other people.

Truth, though it has many disadvantages, is at least changeless. You can always find it where you left it.

There is no thermometer for wants!

it is better in the long run to be cheated than to cheat. I have learned that there is no middle way.

To see a shadow and think it is a tree that is a pity; but to see a tree and to think it a shadow can be fatal.