Happiness of heart can never be measured out and bundled up, it's intangible. We keep running after it, grasping for it, and the heat of our running so seldom brings it closer. But now and then there may be a moment. We look at something and know it is good and beautiful. Those moments are happiness.

I love both the way a dog looks up to me and a cat condescends to me.

But housekeeping is fun. It is one job where you enjoy the results right along as you work. You may work all day washing and ironing, but at night you have the delicious feeling of sunny clean sheets and airy pillows to lie on. If you clean, you sit down at nightfall with the house shining and faintly smelling of wax, all yours to enjoy right then and there. And if you cook—that creation you lift from the oven goes right to the table.

History records the large events or the general condition of society, but only an individual can put down the way of life in a small town.

The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.

What would happen if all the populations on the planet simply refused to fight human beings they did not even know?

The curious thing about fishing is you never want to go home. If you catch something, you can't stop. If you don't catch anything, you hate to leave in case something might bite.