All happy families resemble each other, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Anna Karenina

To live each day as though one's last, never flustered, never apathetic, never attitudinizing – here is perfection of character. Book VII

One could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low. Then one gave it up; then the idea sunk back again; then one became like most middle-aged people, cautious, furtive, with wrinkles between the eyes and a look of perpetual apprehension. For how could one express in words these emotions of the body? express that emptiness there? To the Lighthouse

Take away ambition and vanity, and where will be your heroes and patriots? Day's Collacon