There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.
Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
The fact that I was a girl never damaged my ambitions to be a pope or an emperor.
It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.
Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.
When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.
Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.
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