Looking back, I have this regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

All the disconnected people I know are trying to be something they are not, to do something they cannot do

Friendship is neither a formality nor a mode: it is rather a life

We are, all of us, calling and calling across the incalculable gulfs which separate us even from our nearest friends

Talk of joy: there may be things better than beef stew and baked potatoes and home-made bread - there may be.

We fail far more often by timidity than by over-daring.