The dog who meets with a good master is the happier of the two.

The souls of all our brethren are ever hovering about us, craving for a caress, and only waiting for the signal.

We possess only the happiness we able to understand.

Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?

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.

(there is) no other means of escaping from one's consciousness than to deny it, to look upon it as an organic disease of the terrestrial intelligence - a disease which we must endeavor to cure by an action which must appear to us an action of violent and willful madness, but which, on the other side of our appearances, is probably an action of health. ("Of Immortality")