It's all very well to tell us to forgive our enemies; our enemies can never hurt us very much. But oh, what about forgiving our friends?

Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they are in love with somebody.

Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them.

It's all very well to tell us to forgive our enemies; our enemies can never hurt us very much. But oh, what about forgiving our friends?

That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.

Art and religion (they are the same thing, in the end, of course) have given man the only happiness he has ever had.

Money is a protection, a cloak; it can buy one quiet, and some sort of dignity.