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!

No child is born with a really cold heart, and it is only in proportion as we lose that youthful heart that we lose the inner warmth in ourselves.

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

All human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard.

The wise man reads both books and life itself.

If one's bowels move, one is happy, and if they don't move, one is unhappy. That is all there is to it.

We should not expect people to be good, but should make it impossible for them to be bad.