The joy of all mysteries is the certainty which comes from their contemplation, that there are many doors yet for the soul to open on her upward and inward way.

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

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

Very often a change of self is needed more than a change of scene.

Congenial labor is essence of happiness.

The test of a good letter is a very simple one. If one seems to hear the other person talking as one reads, it is a good letter.

I never enter a new company without the hope that I may discover a friend, perhaps the friend, sitting there with an expectant smile. That hope survives a thousand disappointments.