Suddenly, pacing by the water, he was overcome with astonishment. He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.

Cultivate yourselves to acquire robust wings to fly voluntarily in the evolving world; you can have a glimpse at people who left you behind is now following you.

Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out." He turned and, cupping my chin, kissed me gently. "And nor will we.

Marriage is like paying an endless visit in your worst clothes.

Written By J. B. Priestley

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