Music is a means of giving form to our inner feelings, without attaching them to events or objects in the world.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Do not have evil-doers for friends, do not have low people for friends: have virtuous people for friends, have for friends the best of men.

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.

Each religion, by the help of more or less myth, which it takes more or less seriously, proposes some method of fortifying the human soul and enabling it to make its peace with its destiny.

Intelligence is quickness in seeing things as they are.

Experience seems to most of us to lead to conclusions, but empiricism has sworn never to draw them.

Man is a gregarious animal, and much more so in his mind than in his body. He may like to go alone for a walk, but he hates to stand alone in his opinions.

The Difficult is that which can be done immediately; the Impossible that which takes a little longer.

During Christmas, open your heart with love to appreciate the beauty of life and all the presents that you have received from the earth.

The minute we put aside our self-righteousness and move away from being the aggrieved, then we are on a healing process.

What makes you successful is other peoples’ success”.

This is what I learned: that everybody is talented, original and has something important to say.

I urge a willingness to reserve a place in rational science for non-rational wonder.

Unless you have a feeling for that secret knowledge that modest things can be more beautiful than anything expensive, you will never have style.

You’re training a new employee,' says Mrs. Clark, 'to take over your boring old job.' When you raise a child.

[On cooking:] What you keep out is as significant as what you put in.

My coping mechanism with my dyslexia is to use wit and humor.

The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.