There is an illusion that has much to do with... most of our unhappiness.... We expect too much.

We are odd compounds full of explosive material to which circumstances may at any time apply a spark, with results undreamed of even by those who thought they knew us best.

Epigram and truth are rarely commensurate. Truth has to get somewhat chiseled, as it were, before it will fit into an epigram.

When a man thinks he is reading the character of another, he is often unconsciously betraying his own.

If we only knew the real value of a day.

The man who most vividly realizes a difficulty is the man most likely to overcome it.

Most people like praise . . . When it is really deserved, most people expand under it into richer and better selves.