If you would be happy all your life, plant a garden.

We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.

It is always one of the tragedies of any relationship, even between people sensitive to each other's moods, that the moments of emotion so rarely coincide.

One of the many possible divisions of human beings is into those who make and those who use.

Understanding, above all, is a gift we should never offer uninvited.

happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.

leisure is an attitude of mind, not simply remission of work.