The canary is like a man's soul. It sees bars around it, but instead of despairing, it sings.

We have our brush and colors - paint Paradise and in we go.

Truly, everything in this world depended on time. Time ripened all. If you had time, you succeeded in working the human mud internally and turning it into spirit. Then you did not fear death. If you did not have time, you perished.

Once more I realized to what an extent earthly happiness is made to the measure of man. It is not a rare bird which we must pursue at one moment in heaven, at the next in our minds. Happiness is a domestic bird found in our own courtyards.

God sends rain, but He also sends hoods; and when the rain grows heavier, He sends a cave.

You can knock on a deaf man's door forever.

How simple and frugal a thing is happiness.