Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.

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

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

I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.

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

I believe in instinct, not reason. When reason is right, nine times out of ten it is impotent, and when it prevails, nine times out of ten it is wrong.

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