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

To be good we must needs have suffered; but perhaps it is necessary to have caused suffering before we can become better.

There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.

Is not every action of Hamlet induced by a fanatical impulse, which tells him that duty consists in revenge alone? And dose it need superhuman efforts to recognize that revenge never can be duty? I say again that Hamlet thinks much, but that he is by no means wise.

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

Justice is the very last thing of all wherewith the universe concerns itself. It is equilibrium that absorbs its attention.

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