All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

Human relations are built on feeling, not on reason or knowledge. And feeling is not an exact science; like all spiritual qualities, it has the vagueness of greatness about it.

Kindness is always fashionable.

It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.

Time is a very precious gift- so precious that it is only given to us moment by moment.

Forethought spares afterthought.

Mediocrity is always in a rush; but whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing with consideration. For genius is nothing more nor less than doing well what anyone can do badly.

Solitude is such a potential thing. We hear voices in solitude, we never hear in the hurry and turmoil of life; we receive counsels and comforts, we get under no other condition.

Do we ever get what we really want? Do we ever achieve what our powers have ostensibly equipped us for? No: everything works by contraries.

During World War I, Germany had only 25 of its vaunted submarines sailing at any one time.

Well, I think first it was rare for me to do anything that had any kind of a romantic note to it.

There is no respect between the souls of two individuals if their minds can’t trust each other and there is no trust between them if their hearts can’t accept the truth of each other.

Truth is a shining goddess, always veiled, always distant, never wholly approachable, but worthy of all the devotion of which the human spirit is capable.

My perspective is if you're not willing to be called a few names to help out your country, you don't care enough.

What is it in my makeup that makes me grab any offer and fly around the world? Will I ever be satisfied? Can't I ever just rest?

You know well I couldn't bear to live with a low common man after you two; and it's wicked and cruel of you to insult me by pretending I could.

In a long journey straw waighs.

I am interested in the gap between what people say and what they think - the undiscovered world of people's lives. Lives of quiet desperation.