Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.
Then he was sorry for the great fish.. How many people will he feed?. But are they worthy to eat him? No, of course, not. There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behavior and his great dignity.
You can write any time people will leave you alone and not interrupt you. Or rather you can if you will be ruthless enough about it. But the best writing is certainly when you are in love.
There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
Some people show evil as a great racehorse shows breeding. They have the dignity of a hard chancre.
Happiness is often presented as being very dull but, he thought, lying awake, that is because dull people are sometimes very happy and intelligent people can and do go around making themselves and everyone else miserable.