Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty.

Quality is never an accident. It is always the result of intelligent effort.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

There is hardly anything in the world that some man cannot make a little worse and sell a little cheaper, and the people who consider price only are this man's lawful prey.

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.

What we think or what we know or what we believe is in the end of little consequence. The only thing of consequence is what we do

There is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.

Blue color is everlastingly appointed by the deity to be a source of delight.

Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back.

I yearn not for the easy path, but for the right path.  For 'easy' and 'right' are rarely compatible.

I always make my dreams into goals.

My father would tell me if I wasn't writing in meter verse, it wasn't poetry.

They're all... looking... a little... nervous right now

The best way to give assistance to those who are deeply embarrassed and to calm them down is to praise them decisively.

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.

The story of the subconscious mind can be told in three words: there is none.

I think Paul Martin doesn't mean what he says. He said he would clear this sort of thing up and he didn't do it.

I know that sounds cliché, but mostly from my own experiences and things I see around me. We're all human beings, and a lot of the things I write about are pretty universal things.

One reads the papers as one wants to with a bandage over one's eyes without trying to understand the facts, listening to the soothing words of the editor as to the words of one s mistress.