Only he who handles his ideas lightly is master of his ideas, and only he who is master of his ideas is not enslaved by them.

O wise humanity, terribly wise humanity! How inscrutable is the civilization where men toil and work and worry their hair gray to get a living and forget to play!

Happiness for me is largely a matter of digestion.

Now it is characteristic of play that one plays without reason and there must be no reason for it. Play is its own good reason.

Men resort to talking only when they haven't the power to enforce their convictions upon others.

The end of living is the true enjoyment of it.

Those who are wise won't be busy, and those who are too busy can't be wise.