a little misgiving in the beginning of things, means much regret in the end of them.

Solitude is such a potential thing. We hear voices in solitude, we never hear in the hurry and turmoil of life; we receive counsels and comforts, we get under no other condition.

Death is like the setting of the sun. The sun never sets; life never ceases. ... we think the sun sets, and it never ceases shining; we think our friends die, and they never cease living.

a little misgiving in the beginning of things, means much regret in the end of them.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

... 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.

It is not that we have a soul, we are a soul.