Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.

Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn.

Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.

Those with whom we can apparently become well acquainted in a few moments are generally the most difficult to rightly know and to understand.

Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.