Gratitude is a soil on which joy thrives.

Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.

Being alone when one's belief is firm, is not to be alone.

We consider it tedious to talk of the weather, and yet there is nothing more important.

People look with sympathetic eyes only at the blossom and the fruit, and disregard the long period of transition during which the one is ripening into the other.

Only he is free who cultivates his own thoughts and strives without fear to do justice to them.

All men are selfish, but the vain man is in love with himself. He admires, like the lover his adored one, everything which to others is indifferent.