At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.

It seemed to me a matter of course that we should all take our share of the burden of pain which lies upon the world.

Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.

Our degeneration, when it is traced back to its origin in our view of the world really consists in the fact that true optimism has vanished unperceived from our midst.

Life becomes harder for us when we live for others, but it also becomes richer and happier.

Even if it is a little thing, do something for those who have need of help.

The only thing of importance, when we depart, will be the traces of love we have left behind.