Have nothing in your house that you don’t know to be useful nor think to be beautiful.
But also for the sweater most expertly knitted from hand-spun wool,
[Describing an unsatisfactory apartment for which an up-and-comer had to settle:] The flat crouched around him, watching like a depressed relation, waiting for him to take some action.
She may not have believed in God, but I’m pretty certain God believed in her.
Man’s inhumanity to man, unleashed, was an obscenity, and that obscenity was each person’s own private responsibility.
Life is so extraordinary. Wonderful surprises are just around the most unexpected corners.
He thought back over the extraordinarily coincidental chain of events that had brought him here, at this particular time, and then left him marooned, so that he had no choice but to stay. With hindsig...
Being financially secure is truly a life-enhancer; it sweetly oils the wheels of life. But remember: to talk of money, the excess of it or the lack of it, is vulgar to the extreme. One either boasts o...
And the wicked thing is, that when we're really upset, we always take it out on the people who are closest and whom we love the most.
The only way to make disasters bearable is to laugh about them.
She was totally without artifice. If she had nothing to say, she said nothing. If she spoke, or aired an opinion, it was deliberate, considered, intelligent. She did not seem to know the meaning of sm...
She looked up and saw, high in the sky beyond the racing black clouds, a ragged scrap of blue sky. Enough to make a cat a pair of trousers.
She appeared to be ageless the type that would continue, unchanging, until she was an old woman when she would suddenly become senile and die
Perhaps that was the worst of all. Not having someone to remember things with.
Life, for both of us, can never be the same as it was, but it can be different; and you have proved to me that it can be good.
Grief is a funny thing because you don't have to carry it with you for the rest of your life. After a bit you set it down by the roadside and walk on and leave it resting there.
As long as Mumma was alive, she knew that some small part of herself had remained a child, cherished and adored. Perhaps you never completely grew up until your mother died.
As always, when faced with a dilemma, he planned to by by his own set of rules. Act positively, plan negatively, expect nothing.
You never really got to know people properly until you had seen them within the ambiance of their own home. Seen their furniture and their books and the manner of their lifestyle.
She had been impulsive all her life, made decisions without thought for the future, and regretted none of them, however dotty. Looking back, all she regretted were the opportunities missed, either bec...