How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!

The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.

We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.

Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten. They don`t leave any lasting scar in the world, and they don`t affect the future. The things that last are the good things. The people who forge ahead and do something, they really count.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find.

In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever.

You must not begin to fret about the successes of cheap people. After all, what have they to do with you?