In order to be happy, think of the ills you have been spared.
When my friends lack an eye, I look at them in profile.
When one has too great a dread of what is impending, one feels some relief when the trouble has come.
It is an aspect of all happiness to suppose that we deserve it.
A temperate style is alone classical.
We are all of us more or less echoes, repeating involuntarily the virtues, the defects, the movements, and the characters of those among whom we live.