I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.

If you don't get everything you want, think of the things you don't get that you don't want.

I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that's just about the best kind of luck you can have.

And that would be my life. And I would be happy.

If we're honest, most of us are doing okay.

Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.

So long as you don't feel life's paltry, and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.

They do not sweat and whine about their condition, they do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, they do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago.

What will be will be well — for what is is well, To take interest is well, and not to take interest is well.

Enough to live, enough to merely be.

We had, you could say, everything but money -- Grandmam and I did, anyhow. We had each other and our work, and not much time to think of what we didn't have.

It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.