As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.

It seems sometimes as if one were powerless to do any more from within to overcome troubles, and that help must come from without.

All the best stories in the world are but one story in reality - the story of escape. It is the only thing which interests us all and at all times, how to escape.

I have known some quite good people who were unhappy, but never an interested person who was unhappy.

What a strange power the perception of beauty is! It seems to ebb and flow like some secret tide, independent alike of health and disease, of joy or sorrow. There are times in our lives when we seem to go singing on our way, and when the beauty of the world sets itself like a quiet harmony to the song we uplift.

Congenial labor is essence of happiness.

People who deal with life generously and large-heartedly go on multiplying relationships to the end.