Sorrow makes us very good or very bad.
Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.
One changes from day to day, and... after a few years have passed one has completely altered.
One is happy as a result of one's own efforts, once one knows of the necessary ingredients of happiness-simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self-denial to a point, love of work, and, above all, a clear conscience. Happiness is no vague dream, of that I now feel certain.
O heart! love is thy bane and thy antidote.
Admiration and familiarity are strangers.