He [Bloch] was one of those touchy, highly-strung people who cannot bear to have made a blunder, will not admit it to themselves, and whose whole day is ruined by it.

Oh dear God, I was going down. There was no stopping it. Visions of broken necks danced in my head.

Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?

People can have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one is that for which they will forsake the others.

People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.

The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.