When I was a boy, I was a bit puzzled, and hardly knew weather it was myself or the world that was curious and worth looking into. Now I know that it is myself, and stick to that.

A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.

It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire.

To the old our mouths are always partly closed; we must swallow our obvious retorts and listen. They sit above our heads, on life's raised dais, and appeal at once to our respect and pity.

The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of God just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain common work as it comes certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things of life.

A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind.

Everyone lives by selling something.