Resentment opens no door and breeds no courage.

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.

I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.

What is a clock? Something agreed upon and arbitrarily imposed upon us. Standard time. Not true time. Symbolizing the whole standardization of our lives.

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.

To cease to love -- that is defeat.

For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.