I find you in all small and lovely things; in the little fishes like flames in the green water, in the furred and stupid softness of bumble-bees fat as laughter, in all the chiming radiance of warmth and light and scent in the summer garden.

But questioning does not mean the end of loving, and loving does not mean the abnegation of intelligence

I find you in all small and lovely things; in the little fishes like flames in the green water, in the furred and stupid softness of bumble-bees fat as laughter, in all the chiming radiance of warmth and light and scent in the summer garden.

Oh, time betrays us. Time is the great enemy.

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.

If we haven't a grouch against Fortune, we seem unable to avoid one against ourselves.

[On golf:] One of the most distressing defects of civilization.