"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am!"

It's not love—but she's important to me. I find myself listening for her footsteps down the hallway whenever she's been out.

Not to let one's feelings appear in one's face was a habit that had acquired the status of an instinct.

It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.

Our habits are the Heavens' gifts –
They are the substitutes for bliss.

Self-indulgence is back of evil.

Of course married life is merely a habit, a bad habit. But then one regrets the loss even of one's worst habits. Perhaps one regrets them the most. They are such an essential part of one's personality.

People have been scared so long they can't even remember what it's like not to be scared any more.

I have three addictions. Running. Mountains. And good hot coffee. And not necessarily in that order.