If we spend the time we waste in sighing for the perfect golden fruit in fulfilling the conditions of its growth, happiness will come, must come. It is guaranteed in the very laws of the universe. If it involves some chastening and renunciation, well, the fruit will be all the sweeter for this touch of holiness.

I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present.

Serious harm, I am afraid, has been wrought to our generation by fostering the idea that they would live secure in a permanent order of things.

Happiness is the final and perfect fruit of obedience to the laws of life.

History is a record of the incessant struggle of humanity against ignorance and oppression.

We are never really happy until we try to brighten the lives of others.

I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.