The cloudy weather melts at length into beauty, and the brightest smiles of the heart are born of its tears.
All our possessions are as nothing compared to health, strength, and a clear conscience.
Hatred is self-punishment. Hatred it the coward's revenge for being intimidated.
Servility is disgusting to a truly noble character, and engenders only contempt.
It is what we give up, not what we lay up, that adds to our lasting store.
A true religious instinct never deprived man of one single joy; mournful faces and a sombre aspect are the conventional affectations of the weak-minded.