Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting.
Passion is no respecter of persons. She hardly seems to select her victims.
I do not know at what moment in life, if ever, we realise that we are neither George Sands nor Juliets. Of course, if we are not beautiful, we recognise early that beauty is nothing.
What is it one yearns for? It is to be able to do a thing for the first time again. And that is impossible.
There is nothing in the world like health. Live cleanly, and the high thinking will look after itself - or at least won't matter. Physical condition - there's nothing like it.
