Death is more certain than the morrow, than night following day, than winter following summer. Why is it then that we prepare for the night and for the winter time, but do not prepare for death. We must prepare for death. But there is only one way to prepare for death - and that is to live well.

Happiness does not depend on outward things, but on the way we see them.

Once we're thrown off our habitual paths, we think all is lost, but it's only here that the new and the good begins.

It's too easy to criticize a man when he's out of favour, and to make him shoulder the blame for everybody else's mistakes.

There was no solution, save that universal solution which life gives to all questions, even the most complex and insolvable: One must live in the needs of the day--that is, forget oneself.

Meanwhile spring arrived. My old dejection passed away and gave place to the unrest which spring brings with it, full of dreams and vague hopes and desires.

I'd rather end up wishing I hadn’t than end up wishing I had.