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.
To forgive freely, is what we owe to our enemy; to forget not, is what we owe to ourselves.
Kindness is always fashionable.
It is not that we have a soul, we are a soul.
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.