To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
Many people lose the small joys in the hope for the big happiness.
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.
Men and women should own the world as a mutual possession.
Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.
Quotes by Pearl S. Buck, Nobel prize winner of Literature 1938
