Were not the eye made to receive the rays of the sun, it could not behold the sun; if the peculiar power of God lay not in us, how could the godlike charm us?

‎It has ever been my fate to give pain to those whose happiness I should have promoted.

The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.

We can stand only a certain amount of unhappiness; anything beyond that annihilates us or passes us by, leaving us apathethetic.

Come my little one, and give me your hand.

Against great advantages in another, there are no means of defending ourselves except love.

Nothing will change the fact that I cannot produce the least thing without absolute solitude.