Congenial labor is essence of happiness.

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

A diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one's movements; it should aim rather at giving salient account of some particular episode, a walk, a book, a conversation.

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.

When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.

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

Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.