What a comfort is friendship in this world.

I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.

One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.

I see through most people; I'm hardly ever wrong. I see at once what they've got in them.

At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials.

After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.

He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth's spine beneath him; for such he took the hard root of the oak tree to be; or, for image followed image, it was the back of a great horse that he was riding, or the deck of a tumbling ship -- it was anything indeed, so long as it was hard, for he felt the need of something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed filled with spiced and amorous gales every evening about this time when he walked out.