It is no use trying to sum people up.

One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph

How then did it work out, this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it was liking one felt, or disliking?

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.

One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.

It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.