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.
A clock is a little machine that shuts us out from the wonder of time.
Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.
We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.
Not having children makes less work-but it makes a quiet house.
The facts of another's life do not illumine. Only when we know the heart can we know that life. Only the feeling that made the days can light them.