God puts the excess of hope in one man, in order that it may be a medicine to the man who is despondent.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.

The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.

Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.

As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.

A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.

The thistle is a prince. Let any man that has an eye for beauty take a view of the whole plant, and where will he see a more expressive grace and symmetry; and where is there a more kingly flower?

Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.

He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.

Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.

Life is hell, at some point we all just have to get used to it.

Author wonders whether God's proclamation of His natural mastery when appearing to Job might be about restoring a sense of wonder to world-weary man as much as humbling him.

I am absolutely convinced that religion is the main source of hatred in this world.

Time is the River on which the leaves of our thoughts are carried into oblivion.

Perhaps trying to move away from my problems and focus on the positive is the best I can do.

I realized that if I wanted to truly talk about vastness and the sublime and scale and the West - recurrent themes in my overall work - I needed to engage with the vast ocean that is Los Angeles.

Jazz is the folk music of the machine age.

Cease looking for flowers! There blooms a garden in your own home. While you look for trinkets The treasure house awaits you in your own being.

Emotions are the end result, the sum, of things learned

You politicians have got to look further ahead; you always got a Putter in your hands, when you ought to have a Driver.