To have known how to change the past into a few saddened smiles-is this not to master the future?

We can never judge a soul above the high water mark of our own.

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

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

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

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

Brave old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly flowers, Stocks! For even as the field-flowers, from which a trifle, a ray of beauty, a drop of perfume, divides them, they have charming names, the softest in the language; and each of them, like tiny, art-less ex-votos, or like medals bestowed by the gratitude of men, proudly bears three or four.