Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.

Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing all he wishes.

How can we explain the perpetuity of envy--a vice which yields no return?

Virtue is always too much of a piece and too ignorant of those shades of feeling and of temperament that enable us to squint when we are placed in a false position.

A grass blade believes that men build palaces for it to grow in. Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it brings them down. This power of feeble life which can creep in anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons.

But does not happiness come from the soul within?

God reveals Himself, unfailingly, to the solitary, thoughtful seeker