After all the allowances are made for the necessity of having a few supermen in our midst - explorers, conquerors, great inventors, great presidents, heroes who change the course of history - the happiest man is still the man of the middle class who has earned a slight means of economic independence, who has done a little, but just a little, for mankind and who is slightly distinguished in his community, but not too distinguished.

It is that unoccupied space which makes a room habitable, as it is our leisure hours which make life endurable.

In contrast to logic, there is common sense, or still better, the Spirit of Reasonableness.

Happiness for me is largely a matter of digestion.

True peace of mind comes from accepting the worst. Psychologically, I think it means a release of energy.

Such is human psychology that if we don't express our joy, we soon cease to feel it.

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