One has to spend so many years in learning how to be happy. I am just beginning to make some progress in the science, and I hope to disprove Young's theory that "as soon as we have found the key of life it opes the gates of death." Every year strips us of at least one vain expectation, and teaches us to reckon some solid good in its stead. I never will believe that our youngest days are our happiest. What a miserable augury for the progress of the race and the destination of the individual if the more matured and enlightened state is the less happy one!

Steady work turns genius to a loom.

Joy is the best of wine.

Mankind is not disposed to look narrowly into the conduct of great victors when their victory is on the right side.

Say "I love you" to those you love. The eternal silence is long enough to be silent in, and that awaits us all.

Our vanities differ as our noses do: all conceit is not the same conceit, but varies in correspondence with the minutiae of mental make in which one of us differs from another.

We are all of us born in moral stupidity, taking the world as an udder to feed our supreme selves