Common sense and nature will do a lot to make the pilgrimage of life not too difficult.

We can none of us step into the same river twice, but the river flows on and the other river we step into is cool and refreshing, too

Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.

It's no good trying to keep up old friendships. It's painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it.

The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.

Everyone had some defect, or body or of mind: he thought of all the people he had known (the whole world was like a sick house and there was no rhyme or reason in it), he saw a long procession, deformed in body, warped in mind, some with illness of the flesh, weak hearts or weak lungs, and some with illness of the spirit, languor of will, or craving for liquor. At that moment he felt a holy compassion for them all. …The words of the dying God crossed his memory: Forgive them, for they know not what they do.

There is no object to life. To nature nothing matters but the continuation of the species.