Im an American. Weve translated democracy and brotherhood and equality into enterprise and opportunity and success - and thats getting Americanised.

Some days are happy days - of themselves, as if for their own sakes. They seem to be enjoying themselves, regardless of what use may be made of them.

What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life. It is something else we find.

A clock is a little machine that shuts us out from the wonder of time.

I go about in the world - free, busy, happy. Among people, I have no time to think of myself.

To cease to love -- that is defeat.

Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.