The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase.
To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness.
Our reason may prove what it will: our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.
There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.
We can never judge a soul above the high water mark of our own.
The souls of all our brethren are ever hovering about us, craving for a caress, and only waiting for the signal.