Oblivion is the flower that grows best on graves.

Nothing resembles selfishness more closely than self-respect

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.

It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.

nature has not changed. The night is still unsullied, the stars still twinkle, and the wild thyme smells as sweetly now as it did then ... We may be afflicted and unhappy, but no one can take from us the sweet delight which is nature's gift to those who love her and her poetry.

Simplicity is the most difficult thing to secure in this world; it is the last limit of experience and the last effort of genius.

Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.