| Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so. |
| Talk of joy there may be things better than beef stew and baked potatoes and home-made bread -- there may be. |
| I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day. We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year. As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year. And thus I drift along into the holidays--let them overtake me unexpectedly--waking up some fine morning and suddenly saying to myself Why this is Christmas Day |
| Friendship is neither a formality nor a mode it is rather a life. |
| Life is too brief. I had a friend whom I intended to know better. Yesterday he died. |
| Adventure is not outside a man it is within. |
