Beauty is whatever gives joy.

Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me, I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly That I might eat again, and met thy sneers With deprecations, and thy blows with tears.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.

Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread.

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.