The manner in which the hours of freedom are spent determines, no less than labor and war, the moral worth of a nation.

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

The value of ourselves is but the value of our melancholy and our disquiet.

Physical suffering apart, not a single sorrow exists that can touch us except through our thoughts.

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

If you love yourself meanly, childishly, timidly, even so shall you love your neighbor.

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