You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonishe >>
Is suffering so very serious? I have come to doubt it. It may be quite >>
It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, >>
Talk well of the absent whenever you have the opportunity. >>
The people who are absent are the ideal; those who are present seem to >>
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches. >>
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.