We can be sure that the greatest hope for maintaining equilibrium in the face of any situation rests within ourselves.
Act as if it were impossible to fail.
How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!
I would be the most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.
I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.