Gratitude is a soil on which joy thrives.
With hat in hand, one gets on in the world.
To harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.
In Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird,-all is there for itself.
He who, to be happy, needs nothing but himself, is happy.
Being alone when one's belief is firm, is not to be alone.