Think what stupid things the people must have done with their money who say they're 'happier without'.

Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.

I believe I know the only cure, which is to make one’s center of life inside of one’s self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity—to decorate one’s inner house so richly that one is content there, glad to welcome anyone who wants to come and stay, but happy all the same when one is inevitably alone.

I'm afraid I'm an incorrigible life-lover, life-wonderer, and adventurer.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.

People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications.

Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.