A day of worry is more exhausting than a day of work.

Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.

What we see depends mainly on what we look for.

A day of worry is more exhausting than a week of work.

Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.

We often hear of people breaking down from overwork, but in nine out of ten they are really suffering from worry or anxiety.

Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.

In this world we do not see things as they are. We see them as we are, because what we see depends mainly on what we are looking for.

A Cheerful friend is like a sunny day, which sheds its brightness on all around.

The important thing is not so much that every child should be taught, as that every child should be given the wish to learn.

However vexed you may be overnight, things will often look very different in the morning.

The raw data of anthropologists can be misleading

Money can't buy you happiness but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.

Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.

I'm going through an evolution. I'm completely cleaning out my closet. I'm purging, because I saw that show 'Hoarders.' I had a sweatshirt from sixth grade, and I'm going, 'Why do I hold on to this?'

Happiness has to do with how quickly you vibrate, how intelligent you are, how subtle your awareness field is, how deep you are, how aware of your eternal part you are.

When you worry, you go over the same ground endlessly and come out the same place you started. Thinking makes progress from one place to another; worry remains static.

I will never again stand on the pitch as a professional player. But I won't stop playing the game.

I married him for a green card. We had a really great, caring relationship; it just obviously wasn't right for me.

Could I just use the loo?” I asked the nice officer. “No.” She closed the door in my face, As if I might rig an explosion in the toilet. Honestly.

We must find out what words are and how they function. They become images when written down, but images of words repeated in the mind and not of the image of the thing itself.