Success is never so interesting as struggle

I was thinking, as I watched her, how little it mattered –about her teeth for instance. I know so many women who have kept all the things she had lost, *but whose inner glow has faded*. Whatever else was gone, Antonia had not lost the fire of life.

No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.

In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

Life was so short that it meant nothing at all unless it were continually reinforced by something that endured; unless the shadows of individual existence came and went against a background that held together.