Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.

Thought expands, but paralyzes; action animates, but narrows.

Unrest and uncertainty are our lot.

Tolerance comes of age. I see no fault committed that I myself could not have committed at some time or other.

All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, until they take root in our personal experience.

Only the soul that loves is happy

The mind is found most acute and most uneasy in the morning. Uneasiness is, indeed, a species of sagacity - a passive sagacity. Fools are never uneasy.