If you compare yourself to others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

And though behind you lies a road of dust and heat and discouragement, and before you the challenge and uncertainty of untried paths, in this brief hour you are master of all highways, and the universe nestles in your soul.

You are a child of the universe.

And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful for life, and for time's olden memories that are good and sweet; and may the evening's twilight find me gentle still.

I contracted a disease which I have never shaken off. The disease was idealism. Because of it, I did the thing in life I wanted to do - Writing.

Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.