... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

I think I dislike what I don't like more than I like what I like.

To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music.

If you had a table spread for a feast, and was making merry with your friends, you would think it was kind to let me come and sit down and rejoice with you, because you'd think I should to share those good things; but I should better to share in your trouble and your labour.

If I got places, sir, it was because I made myself fit for 'em. If you want to slip into a round hole, you must first make a ball of yourself; that's where it is.

Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.