Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me; Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.
As to me,I know of nothing but miracles.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.
I like the scientific spirit—the holding off, the being sure but not too sure, the willingness to surrender ideas when the evidence is against them: this is ultimately fine—it always keeps the way beyond open—always gives life, thought, affection, the whole man, a chance to try over again after a mistake—after a wrong guess.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
Resist much, obey little.
What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
