We should treat children as God does us, who makes us happiest when He leaves us under the influence of innocent delusions.

An absent friend gives us friendly company when we are well assured of his happiness.

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.

Once I blazed across the sky, Leaving trails of flame; I fell to earth, and here I lie - Who'll help me up again? -A Shooting Star

Is it not enough that we cannot make one another happy, must we also rob one another of the pleasures that any heart may permit itself now and then? And name me a person who in a bad mood will be decent enough to hide it, to bear it alone, without destroying the joy around him. Is it not rather an inner dissatisfaction with our own unworthiness, a dislike of ourselves that is always associated with envy aggravated by foolish conceit? We see people happy and not made happy by us, and that is unbearable.

Certain flaws are necessary for the whole. It would seem strange if old friends lacked certain quirks.

Yet he who grasps the moment's gift, He is the proper man.