Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. The conviction of the rich that the poor are happier is no more foolish than the conviction of the poor that the rich are.
Grief can take care of itself; but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
The holy passion of friendship is of so sweet and steady and loyal and enduring a nature that it will last through a whole lifetime, if not asked to lend money.
Where a blood relation sobs, an intimate friend should choke up, a distant acquaintance should sigh, a stranger should merely fumble sympathetically with his handkerchief.
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
What is the most rigorous law of our being? Growth. No smallest atom of our moral, mental, or physical structure can stand still a year. It grows -- it must grow; nothing can prevent it.
Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed downstairs a step at a time.
Happiness ain't a thing in itself --it's only a contrast with something that ain't pleasant. And so, as soon as the novelty is over and the force of the contrast dulled, it ain't happiness any longer, and you have to get something fresh.
The way to keep your health is to eat what you don't want, drink what you don't like, and do what you'd rather not.
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