A soul is a troublesome possession, and when man developed it he lost the Garden of Eden.

I can imagine no more comfortable frame of mind for the conduct of life than a humorous resignation.

You cannot write well or much (and I venture the opinion that you cannot write well unless you write much) unless you form a habit.

Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art. ~Waddington

I happen to think we’ve set our ideal on the wrong objects; I happen to think that the greatest ideal man can set before himself is self-perfection.

Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs.

People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.