I never enter a new company without the hope that I may discover a friend, perhaps the friend, sitting there with an expectant smile. That hope survives a thousand disappointments.
I don’t like authority, at least I don’t like other people’s authority.
Readjusting is a painful process, but most of us need it at one time or another.
I believe in instinct, not reason. When reason is right, nine times out of ten it is impotent, and when it prevails, nine times out of ten it is wrong.
The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn’t your real life.
Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.
The friend is the person whom one is in need of and by whom one is needed.
People seldom refuse help, if one offers it in the right way.
As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.
The test of a good letter is a very simple one. If one seems to hear the other person talking as one reads, it is a good letter.
A diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one’s movements; it should aim rather at giving salient account of some particular episode, a walk, a book, a conversation.
I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.