I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.

It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive. Arrival often brings nothing but a sense of desolation and disappointment.

Life is so extraordinary. Wonderful surprises are just around the most unexpected corners.

Happiness is making the most of what you have, and riches is making the most of what you've got.

There's a war on. We don't know how anything's going to end. We just have to grasp each fleeting moment of joy as it whizzes by.

Beyond the pain, life continues to be sweet. The basics are still there. Beauty, food and friendship, reservoirs of love and understanding. Later, possibly not yet, you are going to need others who will encourage you to make new beginnings. Welcome them. They will help you move on, to cherish happy memories and confront the painful ones with more than bitterness and anger.

They will come, not to paint the bay and the sea and the boots and the moors, but the warmth of the sun and the colour of the wind. A whole new concept. Such stimulation. Such vitality.