A mother never realizes that her children are no longer children.

When in doubt, risk it

A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with a sort of greedy enjoyment, as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was saturated with the bouquet of silence.

Man is a dog's idea of what God should be

Intuition is reason in a hurry.

Be contented when you have got all you want.