Who is the happiest man? He who is alive to the merit of others, and can rejoice in their enjoyment as if it were his own.

The art of living rightly is like all arts; it must be learned and practiced with incessant care.

A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.

The important thing is not to know more than all men, but to know more at each moment than any particular man.

I reverence the individual who understands distinctly what he wishes; who unweariedly advances, who knows the means conducive to his object, and can seize and use them.

Whoever gives himself up to solitude, Ah! he is soon alone.

One's roused by this, another finds that fit: Each loves the play for what he brings to it.