Many a happiness in life, a many a disaster, is due to chance alone; but the peace within us can never be governed by chance.

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness.

Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums ... They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.

It is the evil that lies in ourselves that is ever least tolerant of the evil that dwells within others.

I have never for one instant seen clearly within myself. How then would you have me judge the deeds of others?

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

To have known how to change the past into a few saddened smiles-is this not to master the future?