Happiness is a kind of gratitude and vice versa.

The advertiser is the overrewarded court jester and court pander at the democratic court.

The flowers never waste their sweetness on the desert air or, for that matter, on the jungle air. In fact, they waste it only when nobody except a human being is there to smell it. It is for the bugs and a few birds, not for men, that they dye their petals or waft their scents.

To have passed through life and never experienced solitude is to have never known oneself. To have never known oneself is to have never known anyone.

Custom has furnished the only basis which ethics have ever had.

Nature, in her blind thirst for life has filled every possible cranny of the rotting earth with some sort of fantastic creature.

Perhaps we are wiser, less foolish and more far-seeing than we were two hundred years ago. But we are still imperfect in all these things, and since the turn of the century it has been remarked that neither wisdom nor virtue have increased as rapidly as the need for both.