Men talk of "finding God," but no wonder it is difficult; He is hidden in that darkest hiding-place, your heart. You yourself are a part of Him.

Lots of times you have to pretend to join a parade in which you're not really interested in order to get where you're going.

Blessed is the satirist; and blessed the ironist; blessed the witty scoffer, and blessed the sentimentalist; for each, having seen one spoke of the wheel, thinks to have seen all, and is content.

The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.

It's a good thing to turn your mind upside down now and then, like an hour-glass, to let the particles run the other way.

The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years old.

We call a child's mind 'small' simply by habit; perhaps it is larger than ours is, for it can take in almost anything without effort.