Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.

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

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.

People seldom refuse help, if one offers it in the right way.

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

I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.

Congenial labor is essence of happiness.