I silently smiled at my incessant good fortune.

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.

Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit comfortably on your shoulder.

What wisdom, what warning can prevail against gladness? There is no law so strong that a little gladness may not transgress.

I love the broad margin to my life.

The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening.

Those undeserved joys which come uncalled and make us more pleased than grateful are they that sing.

It is what a man thinks of himself that really determines his fate.

The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?