Above all, let us never forget that an act of goodness is in itself an act of happiness. It is the flower of a long inner life of joy and contentment; it tells of peaceful hours and days on the sunniest heights of our soul.

All mothers are rich when they love their children. There are no poor mothers, no ugly ones, no old ones. Their love is always the most beautiful of joys.

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

Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?.

The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase.

It is far more important that one's life should be perceived than that it should be transformed; for no sooner has it been perceived, than it transforms itself of its own accord.

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