we sometimes forget the influence of action upon thought. ... Smile, whistle, sing, play the part you want to be until you become the part you play.

All the higher forms of life have evolved from some one's ideal of justice, liberty or beauty; and the belief that nothing is too good to be true.

There is an invariable law that the only way to keep the real things of life is by sharing them or giving them away.

The fact that beauty is at one and the same time without cost and above price, robs it of the curse of possessiveness.

Half of our sorrows come from setting exalted standards for people and then breaking our hearts when they fail to live up to them.

I can think of no habit, kept up through the years, that binds a married couple more than that of reading good books together. Domestic problems and personal problems are for the time forgotten, and an intellectual intimacy is established that can be maintained in few other ways.

The fascinating thing about ideals is that no sooner have we gained a desired peak than we find farther and higher peaks beyond. The thrilling adventure never ends.