It's important for everybody to have somewhere to go. Men and women need purpose [in life].
Even the stupidest cat seems to know more than any dog.
If you don't love life you can't enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. [They] shiver you for a split second.
The fresh start is always an illusion but a necessary one.
Shame can be self-indulgence too.
How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.
Rome is. . . an impossible compounding of time, in which no century has respect for any other and all hit you in a jumble at every turn.
Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.
When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.
Life is funny isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you’re lost. It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction. And that’s with following all the signposts
To sleep perchance to dream