When one has too great a dread of what is impending, one feels some relief when the trouble has come.
Before using a fine word, make a place for it.
Attention is like a narrow mouthed vessel; pour into it what you have to say cautiously, and, as it were, drop by drop.
Happy is the man who can do only one thing; in doing it, he fulfills his destiny.
A temperate style is alone classical.
Grief - Happiness is to feel that one's soul is good; there is no other, in truth, and this kind of happiness may exist even in sorrow, so that there are griefs perfable to every joy, and such as would be preferred by all those who have felt them.