Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
More than anything, perhaps, creatures of illusion as we are, it calls for confidence in oneself. Without self–confidence we are as babes in the cradle. And how can we generate this imponderable quality, which is yet so invaluable, most quickly? By thinking that other people are inferior to one self.
"The human frame being what it is, heart, body and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they will be no doubt in another million years, a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well."
It reminds me of something a professor of mine once said about people being reluctant to admit that all of our grand emotions can sometimes come down to a bit of indigestion.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life
As a woman I have no country.
As a woman I want no country.
As a woman my country is the whole world.
The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people.
One cannot live well, love well or sleep well unless one has dined well.
The large shiny black forehead of the first whale was no more than two yards from us when it sank beneath the surface of the water, then we saw the huge blue-black bulk glide quietly under the raft right beneath our feet. It lay there for some time, dark and motionless, and we held our breath as we looked down on the gigantic curved back of a mammal a good deal longer than the raft.
Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.
