Time is that in which all things pass away.

The little incidents and accidents of every day fill us with emotion, anxiety, annoyance, passion, as long as they are close to us, when they appear so big, so important, so serious; but as soon as they are borne down the restless stream of time they lose what significance they had; we think no more of them and soon forget them altogether. They were big only because they were near.

A good supply of resignation is of the first importance in providing for the journey of life.

First the truth is ridiculed. Then it meets outrage. Then it is said to have been obvious all along.

In our early youth we sit before the life that lies ahead of us like children sitting before the curtain in a theatre, in happy and tense anticipation of whatever is going to appear. Luckily we do not know what really will appear.

Something of great importance now past is inferior to something of little importance now present, in that the latter is a reality, and related to the former as something to nothing.

It is difficult, if not impossible, to define the limit of our reasonable desires in respect of possessions.