Congenial Labor Is The Secret Of Happiness.

As I Make My Slow Pilgrimage Through The World, A Certain Sense Of Beautiful Mystery Seems To Gather And Grow.

I Believe In Instinct, Not Reason. When Reason Is Right, Nine Times Out Of Ten It Is Impotent, And When It Prevails, Nine Times Out Of Ten It Is Wrong.

I Think I Feel Rather Differently About Sympathy To What Seems The Normal View. I Like Just To Feel It Is There, But Not Always Expressed.

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.

It Seems Sometimes As If One Were Powerless To Do Any More From Within To Overcome Troubles, And That Help Must Come From Without.