Love is not consolation. It is light.

All battles are fought by scared men who'd rather be some place else.

Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.

People say we are playing God. My answer is: If we don't play God$$$ who will?

The whole secret of life is to be interested in one thing profoundly and in a thousand things well.

Joy is not in things; it is in us.

Reality provides us with facts so romantic that imagination itself could add nothing to them.

Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous$$$ we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.

You can't reason with your heart; it has its own laws$$$ and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.

You can't reason with your heart; it has its own laws$$$ and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.