Self abandoned, relaxed and effortless, I seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river; I heard a flood loosened in remote mountains, I felt the torrent come; to rise I had no will, to flee I had no strength.

The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.

I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.

I only want an easy mind, sir; not crushed by crowded obligations.

Adversity is a good school.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.

Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.