The greatest thing that will please God is that you maintain an attitude of unshakable joy.

Happiness is not a brilliant climax to years of grim struggle and anxiety. It is a long succession of little decisions simply to be happy in the moment.

If you want to do one good thing in the world, the best thing you can do is give other people joy.

Happiness is like a plant: It must be watered daily with giving thoughts and actions.

Be thou a true yogi. A yogi who understands that everything he's looking for is really inside himself. Learn to live more in the Self.

The "kingdom of heaven" to which he referred was the state of God-consciousness, not the beautiful astral heavens that most people visualize, where virtuous souls go after death.

Even-minded and cheerful. When things go bad, you'll find that the same kind of attitude comes to you naturally.

Happiness is a question of attitude, not a question of what's happening out there.

Happiness is reverence for all life.

Spirituality means seeking experience. Not just belief.

Trust life, even if you cannot trust people. For human nature is unreliable, but life itself is ruled by immutable law. Right action leads always, in the end, to victory.

Too often, we put up with mediocrity, telling ourselves that later in life we’ll do what we want.

There are a lot of human experiences that challenge the limits of our language.

How many relationships have broken down because of gossip or a word spoken thoughtlessly or in anger? A harsh word can’t be taken back

He that does good for good's sake seeks neither praise nor reward though sure of both at last.

I have never indulged our society's misguided notion that my personal life is relevant to my work, so any reporting surrounding that is necessarily hearsay, speculation or fantasy.

Keep we to the broad truths before us; duty here; knowledge comes alone in the Hereafter.

No matter how many modern parts I do, people still refer to me as Mrs. Costume Drama.

It is a world to see.

See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.

I count myself one of the number of those who write as they learn and learn as they write.