From timber so crooked as that from which man is carved, nothing entirely straight can be made.
Loneliness is a strange gift.
No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.
[Optimism is] the obstinacy of maintaining that everything is best when it is worst.
The tallest blade of grass is the first to be cut by the scythe.
And then, the unspeakable purity and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole sea in motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming and sparkling, as if wild with glee.
What would the world do without tea? – how did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.
Oh! dear; I was so miserable! I am sure I must have been as white as my gown.