“The joy of all mysteries is the certainty which comes from their contemplation, that there are many doors yet for the soul to open on her upward and inward way.”

People seldom refuse help, if one offers it in the right way.

Keeping up appearances is the most expensive thing in the world.

Very often a change of self is needed more than a change of scene.

I don’t like authority, at least I don’t like other people’s authority.

It is often wonderful how putting down on paper a clear statement of a case helps one to see, not perhaps the way out, but the way in.

A well begun is half ended.

I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.

Do you know the times when one seems to stick fast in circumstances like the fly in the jam-pot? It can’t be helped, and I suppose the best thing to do is to lay in a good store of jam!

I am sure it is one’s duty as a teacher to try to show boys that no opinions, no tastes, no emotions are worth much unless they are one’s own. I suffered acutely as a boy from the lack of being shown this.

Readjusting is a painful process, but most of us need it at one time or another.

The worst sorrows in life are not in its losses and misfortunes, but its fears.

It seems sometimes as if one were powerless to do any more from within to overcome troubles, and that help must come from without.

The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn’t your real life.

Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.

A diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one’s movements; it should aim rather at giving salient account of some particular episode, a walk, a book, a conversation.

The test of a good letter is a very simple one. If one seems to hear the other person talking as one reads, it is a good letter.

You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.

I opened the door to emptiness, traded my emotions for numbness.

Going door to door and talking to people, convincing them to vote – this is what I call Organizing 101.

My grandmother had this high-tech security system – a rusty nail she used to lock the door.

Love is contagious. When I share love, it comes back to me multiplied. Love opens every door.

I can hide, and my husband’s just terrible at finding me. I do like to jump out from behind doors and scare him.

When you follow your bliss, you begin to meet people who are in the field of your bliss, and they open the doors to you.

I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I’m not afraid to look behind them.