Occupation: Poet Birth: April 24, 1862 Death: June 17, 1925
Congenial labor is the secret of happiness..
There remain times when one can only endure. One lives on, one doesn't die, and the only thing that one can do, is to fill one's mind and time as far….
A diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one's movements; it should aim rather at giving salient account of some particular episode, a walk, a book,….
Keeping up appearances is the most expensive thing in the world..
The friend is the person whom one is in need of and by whom one is needed..
As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow..
It seems sometimes as if one were powerless to do any more from within to overcome troubles, and that help must come from without..
What a strange power the perception of beauty is! It seems to ebb and flow like some secret tide, independent alike of health and disease, of joy or ….
Ambition often puts Men upon doing the meanest offices; so climbing is performed in the same position with creeping..
Because of a friend, life is a little stronger, fuller, more gracious thing for the friend's existence, whether he be near or far. If the friend is c….
One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do..