To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace.

It seems to me you can be awfully happy in this life if you stand aside and watch and mind your own business, and let other people do as they like about damaging themselves and one another. You go on kidding yourself that you're impartial and tolerant and all that, then all of a sudden you realize you're dead, and you've never been alive at all.

Perhaps loneliness had nothing to do with place or circumstance; perhaps it was in you; yourself. Perhaps, wherever you were, you took your little circle of loneliness with you.

Every life has a death, and every light a shadow. Be content to stand in the light, and let the shadow fall where it will.

But I have noticed this about ambitious men, or men in power, that they fear even the slightest and least likely threat to it.

Have you ever thought, when something dreadful happens, 'a moment ago things were not like this; let it be then, not now, anything but now'? And you try and try to remake then, but you know you can't. So you try to hold the moment quite still and not let it move on and show itself.

I can say 'reduce your stress level' until I'm blue in the face.