Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums ... They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.

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

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness. No reward coming after the event can compare with the sweet reward that went with it.

In any event, a truth that disheartens, because it is true, is still of far more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.

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

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

The dog is the only living being that has found and recognizes an indubitable, tangible and definite god. He knows to whom above him to give himself. He has not to seek for a superior and infinite power.