Spring was coming back with the old promise, demanding the old sacrifice.

The majority of human beings do not turn to God because they have not enough happiness but because happiness is not enough.

I am old enough to see how little I have done in so much time, and how much I have to do in so little.

Pictures of my life stretch back into what must have been my very earliest childhood. ... They are not movies, then, nor are they talkies, but they are quite distinctly feelies.

The great question of all choosers and adventurers is 'Was it worth while?' - and whatever else you may expect of life, don't expect an answer to that.

Spring was coming back with the old promise, demanding the old sacrifice.

Life justified itself. It might be cruel, treacherous, ironic, but it was life, and pain was as much a part of it as joy.