Is this the final treachery of time, that the old become a burden upon the young?

Life flows on over death as water closes over a stone dropped into a pool. ... Fate is certain; death is certain; but the courage and nobility of men and women matter more than these.

it is the brevity of life which makes it tolerable; its experiences have value because they have an end.

Surely, if life is good, it is good throughout its substance; we cannot separate men's activities from women's and say, these are worthy of praise and these unworthy.

What a strange distance there is between ill people and well ones.

I am fierce for work. Without work I am nothing.

The greatest mercy, I have often thought, of the Mediterranean coast lies in its mosquitoes. Did we not suffer from their unwelcome attention, we could not bear our holidays to end.