Happiness has always seemed like a bluebird, and consists of moments.

When small men begin to cast big shadows, it means that the sun is about to set.

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.

Probably the difference between man and the monkeys is that the monkeys are merely bored, while man has boredom plus imagination.

It is not so much what you believe in that matters, as the way in which you believe it and proceed to translate that belief into action.

I do not think that any civilization can be called complete until it has progressed from sophistication to unsophistication, and made a conscious return to simplicity of thinking and living.

There is a great probability that our loss of capacity for enjoying the positive joys of life is largely due to the decreased sensibility of our senses and our lack of full use of them. All human happiness is sensuous happiness.