We work to attain an object, and the object gained, we find that what we miss is the daily toil.
We never know as much as we’d like to know.
We go through life like a train rushing through the darkness to an unknown destination.
Very few of us are what we seem to be.
Trains are relentless things, aren’t they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same.
To step from your pedestal at the zenith of your fame – what could be a grander gesture?
To make a success of humanity, we must profit by the lessons of those below us in the animal kingdom.
To know you have permanently injured another human being is the heaviest burden anyone could have to bear.
To get at the cause for a thing, we must study the effect.
To express delight is not to buy a ticket.
To cry at will is not an easy accomplishment.
To care passionately for another human creature brings always more sorrow than joy; but all the same, one would not be without that experience. Anyone who has never really loved has never really lived…[to Elinor]
