I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.
The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.
To resent and remember brings strife; to forgive and forget brings peace.
To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child’s delight added to your own – this is happiness.
It is good fiction, so largely ignored now, that brings us so much closer to the real facts.
Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.
To multiply your joy, count your blessings.
Write as often as possible, not with the idea at once of getting into print, but as if you were learning an instrument.
If we openly declare what is wrong with us, what is our deepest need, then perhaps the death and despair will by degrees disappear.
To say that these men paid their shillings to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that Hamlet is so much paper and ink.
We cannot get grace from gadgets.