“He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.”

He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living from hand to mouth.

If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse; however, if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that.

I laugh at my heart, and do its will.

You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

I love those who yearn for the impossible.

There are two things children should get from their parents: roots and wings.

Two souls, alas, are housed within my breast, and each will wrestle for the mastery there.

Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do.

We know accurately only when we know little; doubt grows with knowledge.

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

There is no past we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternal now that builds and creates out of the past something new and better.

The intelligent man finds everything laughable, the sensible man hardly anything.

The suffering may be moral or physical; and in my opinion it is just as absurd to call a man a coward who destroys himself, as to call a man a coward who dies of a malignant fever.

Doubt can only be removed by action.

Destructiveness cannot bring happiness; destruction is against the law of creation. The law of creation is to be creative.

This is our home. Let’s build it up, let’s be happy where we come from.

I’m happy with the man I’m becoming.

Happiness consists of living each day as if it were the first day of your honeymoon and the last day of your vacation.

If you want to be happy, be!

You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead.

It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.

Bear sorrows and calamities patiently, otherwise you will never be happy.