The happy do not believe in miracles.

There is nothing in life so irrational, that good sense and chance may not set it to rights; nothing so rational, that folly and chance may not utterly confound it.

I have, alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence too, And to my cost Theology, With ardent labor, studied through. And here I stand, with all my lore, Poor fool, no wiser than before.

Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.

The person who in shaky times also wavers only increases the evil, but the person of firm decision fashions the universe.

Everything that frees our spirit without giving us control of ourselves is ruinous.

We all walk in mysteries. We are surrounded by an atmosphere about which we still know nothing at all.