There is nothing more beautiful in this world than a healthy, wise old man.

Creative work carries with it a form of intense love.

I feel, like all modern Americans, no consciousness of sin and simply do not believe in it. All I know is that if God loves me only half as much as my mother does, he will not send me to Hell. That is a final fact of my inner consciousness, and for no religion could I deny its truth.

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

Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of leaving things undone. The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials.

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.

Art is both creation and recreation.