I fear, the inevitable conclusion we must all come to is, that in the world happiness is quite indefinable. We can no more grasp it than we can grasp the sun in the sky or the moon in the water. We can feel it interpenetrating our whole being with warmth and strength; we can see it in a pale reflection shining elsewhere; or in its total absence, we, walking in darkness, learn to appreciate what it is by what it is not.

A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.

God makes many poets, but he only gives utterance to a few.

Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?

Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding.

An author departs; he does not die.

Keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.