The true sage is not he who sees, but he who, seeing the furthest, has the deepest love for mankind.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

At every crossroad on the way that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past.

Happiness is rarely absent; it is we that know not of its presence.

The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase.

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.

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