It is not from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.
An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
I have done what I could do in life, and if I could not do better, I did not deserve it. In vain I have tried to step beyond what bound me.
He who sees without loving is only straining his eyes in the darkness.
Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?.