We die daily. Happy those who daily come to life as well.

Alas! how easily things go wrong!

Philosophy is really homesickness.

Seeing is not believing - it is only seeing.

Will is not unfrequently weakness.

Now I want you to think that in life troubles will come, which seem as if they never would pass away. The night and storm look as if they would last forever; but the calm and the morning cannot be stayed; the storm in its very nature is transient. The effort of nature, as that of the human heart, ever is to return to its repose, for God is Peace.

To try too hard to make people good is one way to make them worse. The only way to make them good is to be good, remembering well the beam and the mote.