Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.
It is in sickness that we most feel the need of that sympathy which shows how much we are dependent upon one another for our comfort, and even necessities. Thus disease, opening our eyes to the realities of life, is an indirect blessing.
Doubt is the incentive to truth and inquiry leads the way.
Exaggeration is a blood relation to falsehood and nearly as blamable.
How quickly a truly benevolent act is repaid by the consciousness of having done it!
Hatred is self-punishment.