False pleasures come from without and are imperfect: happiness is internal and our own.

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.

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

We are all great landed proprietors, if we only knew it. What we lack is not land, but the power to enjoy it. Moreover, this great inheritance has the additional advantage that it entails no labor, requires no management. The landlord has the trouble, but the landscape belongs to everyone who has eyes to see it.

There can be no merit in believing something which you can neither explain nor understand.

Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.

Happiness is a condition of mind not a result of circumstances.