We love the beautiful and serene, but we have a feeling as deep as love for the terrible and dark.

A sense of contentment makes us kindly and benevolent to others; we are not chafed and galled by cares which are tyrannical because original. We are fulfilling our proper destiny, and those around us feel the sunshine of our own hearts.

Vanity, indeed, is the very antidote to conceit; for while the former makes us all nerve to the opinion of others, the latter is perfectly satisfied with its opinion of itself.

In belief lies the secret of all valuable exertion.

The circle of life is cut up into segments. All lines are equal if they are drawn from the centre and touch the circumference.

If aught be worse than failure from overstress of a life's prime purpose, it is to sit down content with a little success.

It is destiny phrase of the weak human heart! 'It is destiny' dark apology for every error! The strong and virtuous admit no destiny