My share of the work may be limited, but the fact that it is work makes it precious.

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.

I have often been asked, Do not people bore you? I do not understand quite what that means. I suppose the calls of the stupid and curious, especially of newspaper reporters, are always inopportune. I also dislike people who try to talk down to my understanding. They are like people who when walking with you try to shorten their steps to suit yours; the hypocrisy in both cases is equally exasperating.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

If we do not like our work, and do not try to get happiness out of it, we are a menace to our profession as well as to ourselves.

The highest thinkers of the ages, the seers of the tribes and the nations, have been optimists.

There's only one story, the story of your life.