Quotes from Max Ehrmann

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. In the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Go Placidly, Amid the noise and Haste & Remember what peace there may be in silence...

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful for life, and for time's olden memories that are good and sweet; and may the evening's twilight find me gentle still.

And whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

I see there is a good deal of grandiloquence in my book — my friends and foes have told me. I think it must be true, for there is a good deal of grandiloquence in me — and in nature also: I saw a sunset last evening that was a gross imposition upon modesty.

I contracted a disease which I have never shaken off. The disease was idealism. Because of it, I did the thing in life I wanted to do - Writing.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

Also the moon and I have this in common: we both are wanderers across the night.

Whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

make for yourself at least a little corner, somewhere in the great world, where you may unbosom and be kind.

To be without desire is to be content. But contentment is not happiness. And in contentment there is no progress. Happiness is to desire something, to work for it, and to obtain at least a part of it.

Success brings hope, hope inspires fresh desire, and desire gives zest to life and joy to labour. This is true whether your days be spent in the palaces of the powerful or in some little green by-way of the world.

cherish a desire to do some useful work in your little corner of the world,

May I keep this vision of the castle ever before my eyes, and a belief in my heart that the journey is worth while, and the castle and the glow in the windows not all illusion.

And however much you condemn the evil in the world, remember that the world is not all evil; that somewhere children are at play, as you yourself in the old days; that women still find joy in the stalwart hearts of men;

Sleep quietly, now that the gates of the day are closed. Leave tomorrow's problems for tomorrow. The earth is peaceful. Only the stars are abroad; and they will not cause you any trouble.

At De Pauw I contracted a disease which I have never shaken off. The disease was idealism. Because of it I did the thing in life I wanted to do—Writing.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.