Heavens! whatever possesses us, here below, that we mutually torment ourselves, sourly reproach our mutual faults, and mercilessly condemn all that is not cut according to our pattern?

Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.

Celebrate within yourself that wonderful treasure . . . true kindness.

The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.

Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.

fretting at trouble only doubles it.

It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.