On that first day when we look back, either happily or with remorse, to the stony ways over which we have traveled, losing concern for that part of the journey which is yet to come, we have grown old.

There is always one way to make anybody do anything - the trouble is to find it.

The spirit in which one earns his daily bread means as much to his soul as the bread itself may mean to his body.

Of all the things that make for happiness, the love of books comes first. No matter how the world may have used us, sure solace lies there.

All we can do in this world is the thing that seems to us the best. We have no concern with the results, except as a guide for the future, and sometimes, years afterward, we see that what seemed like a bitter loss was, in reality, gain.

... the song of the world is all of love.

I've just washed my hair and I can't do a thing with it!