To forget oneself is to be happy.
If your morals make you dreary, depend on it, they are wrong.
Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.
I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap.
It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.
You can kill the body but not the spirit.
When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.
To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.
Many’s the long night I’ve dreamed of cheese – toasted mostly.
I am in the habit of looking not so much to the nature of a gift as to the spirit in which it is offered.
There is an idea abroad among moral people that they should make their neighbors good. One person I have to make good: Myself. But my duty to my neighbor is much more nearly expressed by saying that I have to make him happy if I may.
It is the mark of a good action that it appears inevitable in retrospect.
Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.
He who sows hurry reaps indigestion.
There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.
Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.
If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.
With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to the truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two.