If you want others to be happy, practice COMPASSION.
If you want to be happy, practice COMPASSION.

Sit in REVERIE and watch the changing color of the waves
that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

The power of CONTEMPLATION,
--the magic of the mind!

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is a RAPTURE on the lonely shore,
there is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roars;
I love not man the less, but nature more.

SILENCE is more eloquent than words.

Do not make best friends with a MELANCHOLY sad soul.
They always are heavily loaded, and you must bear half.

MERCY among the virtues
is like the moon among the stars ...
It is the light that hovers
above the judgment seat.

Is there no PITY sitting in the clouds
that sees into the bottom of my grief?

Indulge not thyself in the passion of ANGER;
it is whetting a sword
to wound thine own breast.

Never give in
except to CONVICTIONS of HONOR
and good sense.

The most beautiful experience we can have
is the MYSTERIOUS.
It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science.

The heart that has truly LOVED never forgets,
but as truly loves on to the close.

In life it is difficult to say who do you the most MISCHIEF,
enemies with the worst intentions,
or friends with the best.

In maiden MEDITATION, fancy-free.

REST: the sweet sauce of labor.

The PAIN of the mind
is worse than
the pain of the body.

PATIENCE is the ability to idle your motor
when you feel like stripping your gears.

No man is entitled to the blessings of FREEDOM
unless he be vigilant in its preservation.

HAPPINESS is the harvest of a quiet eye.

JEALOUSY, that dragon which slays love
under the pretence of keeping it alive.

FAITH is trust in what the spirit learned eons ago.

Pride makes us esteem ourselves;
VANITY desires the esteem of others.

FORTUNE knocks at every man's door once in a life,
but in a good many cases
the man is in a neighboring saloon
and does not hear her.

There is no greater hell
than to be a prisoner of FEAR.

HOPE is the thing with feathers--
That perches on the soul--
And sings the tune without the words--
And never stops--
at all--

IDLENESS is only a coarse name
for my infinite capacity
for living in the present.

PRIDE is an admission of weakness;
it secretly fears all competition
and dreads all rivals.

Such power there is in clear-eyed SELF-RESTRAINT,

From out of SUFFERING comes the strongest souls.

Men occasionally stumble over the TRUTH,
but most of them pick themselves up
and hurry off as if nothing happened.