I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.

As the eagle was killed by the arrow winged with his own feather, so the hand of the world is wounded by its own skill.

College isn't the place to go for ideas.

If I regarded my life from the point of view of the pessimist, I should be undone. I should seek in vain for the light that does not visit my eyes and the music that does not ring in my ears. I should beg night and day and never be satisfied. I should sit apart in awful solitude, a prey to fear and despair. But since I consider it a duty to myself and to others to be happy, I escape a misery worse than any physical deprivation.

I grow more and more suspicious of the political powers that take men away from their work and set them shooting one another.

I hung about the dangerous frontier of "guess," avoiding with infinite trouble to myself and others the broad valley of reason.

I take happiness very seriously. It is a creed, a philosophy and an objective.