Readjusting is a painful process, but most of us need it at one time or another.

There remain times when one can only endure. One lives on, one doesn't die, and the only thing that one can do, is to fill one's mind and time as far as possible with the concerns of other people. It doesn't bring immediate peace, but it brings the dawn nearer.

Congenial labor is essence of happiness.

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

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.

The friend is the person whom one is in need of and by whom one is needed.

One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.