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

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

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

To have known how to change the past into a few saddened smiles-is this not to master the future?

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.

It is death that is the guide of our life, and our life has no goal but death.

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.