Happiness Is A Hardy Annual.

No Idea Is So Antiquated That It Was Not Once Modern. No Idea Is So Modern That It Will Not Someday Be Antiquated.

In The Past Few Years, I Have Made A Thrilling Discovery ... That Until One Is Over Sixty, One Can Never Really Learn The Secret Of Living. One Can Then Begin To Live, Not Simply With The Intense Part Of Oneself, But With One's Entire Being.

It Is Only In The Heart That Anything Really Happens.

Surely One Of The Peculiar Habits Of Circumstances Is The Way They Follow, In Their Eternal Recurrence, A Single Course. If An Event Happens Once In A Life, It May Be Depended Upon To Repeat Later Its General Design.

I Am Inclined To Believe That A Man May Be Free To Do Anything He Pleases If Only He Will Accept Responsibility For Whatever He Does.