Mysterious in the light of day, nature retains her veil, despite our clamours: That which she does not willingly display cannot be wrenched from her with levers, screws and hammers.

Would you require a wretched being, whose life is slowly wasting under a lingering disease, to despatch himself at once by the stroke of a dagger? Does not the very disorder which consumes his strength deprive him of the courage to effect his deliverance?

Where confidence is wanting, the most beautiful flower in the garland of love is missing.

No doubt you are right... there would be far less suffering amongst mankind if men... did not employ their imaginations so assiduously in recalling the memory of past sorrow, instead of bearing their present lot with equanimity.

Unlimited activity, of whatever kind, must end in bankruptcy.

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must.