But how little we know what would make paradise for our neighbours! We judge from our own desires, and our neighbours themselves are not always open enough even to throw out a hint of theirs.

How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice.

It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.

The egoism which enters into our theories does not affect their sincerity; rather, the more our egoism is satisfied, the more robust is our belief.

The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.

It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.

Say "I love you" to those you love. The eternal silence is long enough to be silent in, and that awaits us all.