Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

A man must be of a very quiet and happy nature, who can long endure the country; and, moreover, very well contented with his own insignificant person.

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need.