And I refused to make any sacrifices; for nothing on earth seemed more valuable than my peace of mind, my pleasure and my acclaim.

There is but on virtue--the eternal sacrifice of self.

One changes from day to day, and... after a few years have passed one has completely altered.

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.

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 more you lose the right to be jealous, the more so you become!

You may impose silence upon me, but you can not prevent me from thinking.