Happiness lies in a large measure of self-forgetfulness, either in work . . . or in the love of others. ♥

I thought that there were two rules in life - never count the cost, and never do anything unless you can do it wholeheartedly. Now is the time to live.

But then, I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life.

Say that I starved; that I was lost and weary; That I was burned and blinded by the desert sun; Footsore, thirsty, sick with strange diseases; Lonely and wet and cold, but that I kept my dream!

I shall go on some last wilderness trip, to a place I have known and loved. I shall not return.

I have seen almost more beauty than I can bear.

I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time.

While I am alive, I intend to live.

Always, I want to live more intensely and richly.

I have been in many beautiful places, and did not wish to taste, but to drink deep.

I'll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die, I'll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.

To recklessly excuse a failure is to believe that I’ve effectively erased it from the story of my life, when I’ve actually imprinted it in indelible ink.

The Ten Commandments have never been replaced as the moral basis upon which society rests.

Jack Aubrey is a tremendous tower of strength and you always want to read about him.

You'll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.

But, for as cold and wretched as it looks, the sun has not forsaken it. He has only drawn away from it a little, for good reasons, one of which is that we may learn that we cannot do without him.

Anyone who wants to achieve something, needs a lot of work.

Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.

That's the great advantage of being a foreigner: you're not paying your dues, but you are getting all the benefits.

If the seventies were bulbous, and the eighties sharp, the nineties were nothing but bogus.

It is the familiar that usually eludes us in life. What is before our nose is what we see last.