Is not every action of Hamlet induced by a fanatical impulse, which tells him that duty consists in revenge alone? And dose it need superhuman efforts to recognize that revenge never can be duty? I say again that Hamlet thinks much, but that he is by no means wise.

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness. No reward coming after the event can compare with the sweet reward that went with it.

It is far more important that one's life should be perceived than that it should be transformed; for no sooner has it been perceived, than it transforms itself of its own accord.

Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?

Above all, let us never forget that an act of goodness is in itself an act of happiness. It is the flower of a long inner life of joy and contentment; it tells of peaceful hours and days on the sunniest heights of our soul.

How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.

If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.