Looking around his hotel room not long before expiring: This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.

My dear Hiram, cried Mrs. Otis, what can we do with a woman who faints? Charge it to her like breakages, answered the Minister; she won't faint after that;

You have a dreamer's look; you must not dream. It is only sick people who dream.

Nor do I in any way approve of the modern sympathy with invalids.  I consider it morbid.  Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others. 

My duty as a gentleman has never interfered with my pleasures in the smallest degree.

Life is much too important a thing ever to talk seriously about it.

Life is much too important a thing ever to talk seriously about it.

Humanity takes itself too seriously.

Fear, worry, hate, supreme selfishness, and the inability to adjust themselves to the world of reality—these were largely the causes of their stomach illnesses and stomach ulcers

but a simple smile takes little effort—and the rewards can be astonishing.

That is why dogs make such a hit. They are so glad to see us that they almost jump out of their skins. So, naturally, we are glad to see them. A baby's smile has the same effect.

Action seems to follow feeling, but really action and feeling go together; and by regulating the action, which is under the more direct control of the will, we can indirectly regulate the feeling, which is not. "Thus the sovereign voluntary path to cheerfulness, if our cheerfulness be lost, is to sit up cheerfully and to act and speak as if cheerfulness were already there...