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 have found life so beautiful.

We, the people, are not free. Our democracy is but a name. We vote? What does that mean? It means we choose between Tweedledee and Tweedledum. We elect expensive masters to do our work for us, and then blame them because they work for themselves and for their class.

I have found out that though the ways in which I can make myself useful are few, yet the work open to me is endless.

Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything wise in this world.

Look the world straight in the eye.

It gives me a deep comforting sense that Things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal.