Acceptance of prevailing standards often means we have no standards of our own.

There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death

Perhaps . . . our lot on the earth is to seek and to search. Now and again we find just enough to enable us to carry on. I now doubt that any of us will completely find and be found in this life.

It takes a well-spent lifetime, and perhaps more, to crystalize in us that for which we exist.

Talk about it only enough to do it. Dream about it only enough to feel it. Think about it only enough to understand it. Contemplate it only enough to be it.

We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them.

Men are apt to idolize or fear that which they cannot understand, especially if it be a woman.