There's no such thing as old age; there is only sorrow.

Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.

In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insat…

The worst of doing one's duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else.