When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me.

Life wouldn't be worth living if I worried over the future as well as the present. When things are at their worst I find something always happens.

It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.

Of course it was cause and effect, but in the necessity with which follows the other lay all tragedy of life.