There are no small number of people in this world who, solitary by nature, always try to go back into their shell like a hermit crab or a snail.
Of all the works of man I like best
Those which have been used.
The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges
The knives and forks whose wooden handles
Have been worn away by many hands: such forms
Seemed to me the noblest.
A fact is like a sack - it won't stand up if it's empty. To make it stand up, first you have to put in it all the reasons and feelings that caused it in the first place.
May your home always be too small to hold all of your friends.
You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.