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

... trouble of all kinds is voluble, and has plenty of words, but happiness was never written down.

... how poorly do we love even those whom we love most! We are not only bruised by the limitations of their love for us, but also by the limitations of our own love for them.

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

Laughter is always fatal to feeling.

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

Don’t fail through defects of temper and over-sensitiveness at moments of trial. One of the great helps to success is to be cheerful; to go to work with a full sense of life; to be determined to put hindrances out of the way; to prevail over them and to get the mastery. Above all things else, be cheerful; there is no beatitude for the despairing.