I wear the key of memory, and can open every door in the house of my life.

... good and evil are so interwoven in life that every good, traced up far enough, is found to involve evil. This is the great mystery of life.

Spiritual favors are not always to be looked for, and not always to be relied on.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

Human relations are built on feeling, not on reason or knowledge. And feeling is not an exact science; like all spiritual qualities, it has the vagueness of greatness about it.

In all troublous events we may find comfort, though it be only in the negative admission that things might have been worse.

Injustice is a sixth sense, and rouses all the others.