There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the laughter of amusement should be kept apart from it. The danger is too great of thus learning to look at solemn things in a spirit of mockery, and to seek in them opportunities for exercising wit.

There comes a pause, for human strength will not endure to dance without cessation; and everyone must reach the point at length of absolute prostration.

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.

If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.