It is better to fail at your own life than to succeed at someone else's.

Of some forty families I have been able to observe, I know hardly four in which the parents do not act in such a way that nothing would be more desirable for the child than to escape their influence.

The loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness? Nothing, except what prepares and then what destroys it.

Are you then unable to recognize unless it has the same sound as yours?

Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessors of happiness

"Let the dead bury the dead." There is not a single word of Christ to which the Christian religion has paid less attention.

Those who have never been ill are incapable of real sympathy for a great many misfortunes