“There is so much to love and to admire in this life that it is an act of ingratitude not to be happy and content in this existence. ”

“I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death”

“So long as man is man, variety will still be the flavor of life.”

“Anyone who wishes to learn to enjoy life must find friends of the same type of temperament, and take as much trouble to gain and keep their friendship as wives take to keep their husbands.”

“Happiness for me is largely a matter of digestion.”

“Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.”

“If one's bowels move, one is happy, and if they don't move, one is unhappy. That is all there is to it.”