I have discovered the secret of happiness - it is work either with the hands or the head. The moment I have something to do the draughts are open and my chimney draws and I am happy.
For anything worth having one must pay the price, and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.
Joy in the universe and keen curiosity about it all - that has been my religion.
I seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral.
The spirit of man can endure only so much, and when it is broken only a miracle can mend it.
This is the real secret of life – to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.