Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair

No human being ever spoke of scenery for above two minutes at a time, which makes me suspect that we hear too much of it in literature.

You can forgive people who do not follow you through a philosophical disquisition; but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would go some way towards a dissolution of the marriage.

Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.

If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.