Our own happiness ought not to be our main objective in life.

It always seems to be raining harder than it really is when you look at the weather through the window.

We often hear of bad weather, but in reality no weather is bad. It is all delightful, though in different ways. Some weather may be bad for farmers or crops, but for man all kinds are good. Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating.

Many a blessing has been recognized too late.

The veil is slowly rising, but as regards innumerable questions we must be content to remain in ignorance.

Our own happiness ought not to be our main objective in life.

Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.