You do well to have visions of a better life than of every day, but it is the life of every day from which the elements of a better life must come.

Is not every action of Hamlet induced by a fanatical impulse, which tells him that duty consists in revenge alone? And dose it need superhuman efforts to recognize that revenge never can be duty? I say again that Hamlet thinks much, but that he is by no means wise.

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.

Wisdom requires no form; her beauty must vary, as varies the beauty of flame. She is no motionless goddess, for ever couched on her throne.

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

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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.