For over two thousand years it has been the custom among earnest moralists to decry happiness as something degraded and unworthy

All the labor of all the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius are destined to extinction. So now, my friends, if that is true, and it is true, what is the point?

It's easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you.

We may often do as we please - but we cannot please as we please.

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.

Every housemaid expects at least once a week as much excitement as would have lasted a Jane Austen heroine throughout a whole novel.

Neither a man nor a crowd nor a nation can be trusted to act humanely or to think sanely under the influence of a great fear.