People have a way of thinking that everything is finished when the very best of all may yet be in store.

People have a way of thinking that everything is finished when the very best of all may yet be in store.

There is no such thing as time for those who are happy. For the others - there is nothing else.

we are all given the ingredients of happiness, but the mixing is left to ourselves.

there was not a tree on the place, only the horrible prickly pear bushes thrusting out their distorted arms as if exulting in their own nakedness.

If you didn't sit with your head in the clouds so perpetually you wouldn't get so many shocks.

What we once fling away never comes again to us.