Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived. The odors of fruits waft me to my southern home, to my childhood frolics in the peach orchard. Other odors, instantaneous and fleeting, cause my heart to dilate joyously or contract with remembered grief. Even as I think of smells, my nose is full of scents that start awake sweet memories of summers gone and ripening fields far away.

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.

Masculine exhalations are, as a rule, stronger, more vivid,more widely differentiated than those of women. In the odor of young men there is something elemental, as of fire, storm, and salt sea. It pulsates with buoyancy and desire. It suggests all the things strong and beautiful and joyous and gives me a sense of physical happiness.

What really counts in life is the quiet meeting of every difficulty with the determination to get out of it all the good there is.

The unselfish effort to bring cheer to others will be the beginning of a happier life for ourselves.

Few pleasures there are indeed without an aftertouch of pain, but that is the preservation which keeps them sweet.

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.