how poor and disheartening a thing is experience compared with hope!

I worshipped dead men for their strength, Forgetting I was strong.

It is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.

I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.

A good start in life is as important to plants as it is to children: they must develop strong roots in a congenial soil, otherwise they will never make the growth that will serve them richly according to their needs in their adult life.

Travel is a private pleasure, since it consists entirely of things felt and things seen.

all the small squalors of the body, known only to oneself, insignificant in youth, easily dismissed, in old age became dominant and entered into fulfilment of the tyranny they had always threatened.