In politics people throw themselves, as on a sickbed, from one side to the other in the belief they will lie more comfortably.

Certain defects are necessary for the existence of individuality.

If I say to the moment: 'Stay now! You are so beautiful'!

Is it not enough that we cannot make one another happy, must we also rob one another of the pleasures that any heart may permit itself now and then? And name me a person who in a bad mood will be decent enough to hide it, to bear it alone, without destroying the joy around him. Is it not rather an inner dissatisfaction with our own unworthiness, a dislike of ourselves that is always associated with envy aggravated by foolish conceit? We see people happy and not made happy by us, and that is unbearable.

Nine requisites for contented living: Health enough to make work a pleasure. Wealth enough to support your needs. Strength to battle with difficulties and overcome them. Grace enough to confess your sins and forsake them. Patience enough to toil until some good is accomplished. Charity enough to see some good in your neighbor. Love enough to move you to be useful and helpful to others. Faith enough to make real the things of God. Hope enough to remove all anxious fears concerning the future.

A genuine work of art usually displeases at first sight, as it suggests a deficiency in the spectator.

The proper place for liberality is in the realm of the emotions.