My grandmother was unsurpassable at sitting. She would sit on tombstones, glaciers, small hard benches with ants crawling over them, fragments of public monuments, other people's wheelbarrows, and when one returned one could be sure of finding her there, conversing affably with the owner of the wheelbarrow.

Truth has beauty, power, and necessity.

Happy is the day whose history is not written down.

The fatal flaw of gravity; when you are down, everything falls down on you.

Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.

One cannot revoke a true happiness.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee, when the senses decay and the mind moves in a narrower and narrower circle, when the grasshopper is a burden and the postman brings no letters, and even the Royal Family is no longer quite what it was, an obituary column stands fast.