Some say that cats are devils, but they behave badly only when they are alone. When they are among us cats are angels.

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

I know that I have found fulfillment. I have an object in life, a task ... a passion.

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.

The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.

Gossiping is the plague of little towns.

To forgive a fault in another is more sublime than to be faultless one's self.