You must suffer me to go my own dark way.

It is better to emit a scream in the shape of a theory than to be entirely insensible to the jars and incongruities of life and take everything as it comes in a forlorn stupidity.

That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

And the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all.

The outer world, from which we cower into our houses, seemed after all a gentle habitable place; and night after night a man's bed, it seemed, was laid and waiting for him in the fields, where God keeps an open house.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.