The mind which renounces, once and for ever, a futile hope, has its compensation in ever-growing calm.

Perhaps it is while drinking tea that I most of all enjoy the sense of leisure.

It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.

Have the courage of your desire.

I have the happiness of a passing moment, and what more can mortal ask?

Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping loom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honor of May - how often has it robbed me of heart and hope.

It is familiarity with life that makes time speed quickly. When every day is a step in the unknown, as for children, the days are long with gathering of experience . . .