Hope is only the love of life.

Accept life, and you must accept regret.

One may guess the why and wherefore of a tear and yet find it too subtle to give any account of. A tear may be the poetical resume of so many simultaneous impressions, the quintessence of so many opposing thoughts! It is like a drop of one of those precious elixirs of the East which contain the life of twenty plants fused into a single aroma.

The tragic solemnity of existence strikes us with terrible force on that morning when we wake to find the mournful words "too late" ringing in our ears.

Our duty is to be useful, not according to our desires but according to our powers.

Life is but a daily oscillation between revolt and submission.

Nothing resembles pride so much as discouragement.