Our reason may prove what it will: our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.

You do well to have visions of a better life than of every day, but it is the life of every day from which the elements of a better life must come.

Most creatures have a vague belief that a very precarious hazard, a kind of transparent membrane, divides death from love; and that the profound idea of nature demands that the giver of life should die at the moment of giving.

To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness.

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

It is not from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.

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