Fate chooses our relatives, We choose our friends.

Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach.

Ideal society is a drama enacted exclusively in the imagination

Imagination is useful as long as it remains practical.

A large ocean liner was headed across the Atlantic fromPortsmouth to New York. As it neared its destination at night, a lookout onthe wing of the bridge reported, ‘Light, bearing on the starboardbow.’‘Is it steady or moving astern?’ the captain called out

Life is progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.

He understands badly who listens badly.

The merit belongs to begineer; should his successor do even more better.

Words should be scattered like seeds, no matter how small the seed may be, its it has one found favourable ground, it unfolds its strength.

Hearme, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

Gossip is that which no one claims to like-but everybody enjoys.

There is nobody so irritating as somebody with less intelligence and more sense than we have.