Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.

Why should we not recognize in the lightning, the thunder, and the storm wind, the approach of an overwhelming Power, and in the scent of flowers and the gently rustling zephyr the presence of a Being full of love?

One criticizes the English for carrying their teapots wherever they go, even lugging them up Mount Etna. But doesn't every nationhave its teapot, in which, even when traveling, it brews the dried bundles of herbs brought from home?

Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.

The man of understanding finds everything laughable.

If your treat an individual... as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.

You don't love if you don't take the beloved's faults for virtues.