All things that a man owns hold him far more than he holds them.
The pleasure of possession, whether we possess trinkets, or offspring – or possibly books, or prints, or chessmen, or postage stamps – lies in showing these things to friends who are experiencing no immediate urge to look at them.
Through the years I have found it wonderful to acquire, but it is also wonderful to divest. It’s rather like exhaling.
We are all more blind to what we have than to what we have not.
Until you make peace with who you are, you’ll never be content with what you have.
I do not own an inch of land, / But all I see is mine, – / The orchard and the mowing-fields, / The lawns and gardens fine. / The winds my tax-collectors are, / They bring me tithes divine.
The things people discard tell more about them than the things they keep.
Lost things, she felt certain, had a life of their own. They come back to their families like stray dogs.
As for things, how they do accumulate, how often I wish to exclaim, “Oh don’t give me that!”
The best things in life aren’t things.