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

Some people spend the day in complaining of a headache, and the night in drinking the wine that gives it.

Most men, even the most accomplished, are of limited faculties; every one sets a value on certain qualities in himself and others: these alone he is willing to favour, these alone will he have cultivated.

As all Nature's thousands changes But one changeless God proclaim; So in Art's wide kingdom ranges One sole meaning still the same: This is Truth, eternal Reason, Which from Beauty takes its dress, And serene through time and season Stands aye in loveliness.

If in the infinite you want to stride, Just walk in the finite to every side.

Character is constructed amidst the tempests of the World

Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.