When A Reserved Person Once Begins To

We Cannot Alter Facts, But We Can Alter Our Ways Of Looking At Them.

... Most People Are Dead, And None Of Them Seem To Mind It. One Hears A Great Many Complaints About Life, Doesn't One? And There Are People I Know Who Would Certainly Grumble -- However Dead They Were -- If There Were Anything To Grumble At.

The Only Creative Power I Know Is That Of What Might Roughly Be Called 'love'; Not Of Course A Sentimental Love: A Far More Impersonal And Less Individual Emotion. I Sometimes Think That Migratory Birds May Have It For Each Other. They Fly In The Same Direction, And Have Never Been Seen To Interfere With Each Other's Flights.

We Do Good By Ourselves, But We Seldom Do Wrong Alone.

Neither Saints Nor Angels Have Ever Increased My Faith In This Enigma Life; But What Are Called 'common Men And Women' Have Increased It.