Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.

Everything is true; only the opposite is true too; you must believe both equally or be damned.

I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.

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

When your toil has been a pleasure, you have not earned money merely, but money, health, delight, and moral profit, all in one.

There is nothing but God's grace. We walk upon it; we breathe it; we live and die by it; it makes the nails and axles of the universe.

Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.