Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods

Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive

Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue

There are moments when a man's imagination so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death