When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.

When I see you plodding along through the rain in dull, drab mackintoshes, with your noses tucked into your collars, I long to offer you a little advice. It is this: fight the weather with contrasts ... You must create an artificial sun to replace the one who has hidden himself. So why not a brighter note in your dress instead of the eternal grey, black, brown or navy?

What exactly is success? For me it is to be found not in applause but in the satisfaction of feeling that one is realizing one's ideal.

The right to happiness is fundamental.

To tend unfailingly unflinchingly towards a goal is the secret of success.

Success depends in a very large measure upon individual initiative and exertion and cannot be achieved except by a dint of hard work.