The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

The heart of another is a dark forest.

A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one.

If youth did not matter so much to itself it would never have the heart to go on

Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.