I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.
To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
Nothing is permanent in this wicked world – not even our troubles.
We have to fight them daily, like fleas, those many small worries about the morrow, for they sap our energies.
We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things?[but] there are times when we stop. We sit sill. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world
When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere.
Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important.