honesty dies in selling itself.

... what is there over which the incomparable beauty of childhood would not triumph?

Celebrate within yourself that wonderful treasure . . . true kindness.

[Failure is hard initially because] One knows what one has lost, but not what one may find [and learn from that failure]!

Talent, will and genius are natural phenomena like the lake, the volcano, the mountain, the wind, the star, the cloud.

One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

One is happy as a result of one's own efforts, once one knows of the necessary ingredients of happiness-simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self-denial to a point, love of work, and, above all, a clear conscience. Happiness is no vague dream, of that I now feel certain.