The object of convalescence ought to be to turn our attention to life: at other times, simply to our tasks!
Every step forward is made at the cost of mental and physical pain to someone.
When one has a great deal to put into it a day has a hundred pockets.
Many a peacock hides his peacock tail from all eyes--and calls it his pride.
What is evil?-Whatever springs from weakness.
Comparing man and woman on the whole, one may say: woman would not possess a genius for ornamentation if she did not also possessan instinct for the secondary role.