We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark with them.

Justice is the very last thing of all wherewith the universe concerns itself. It is equilibrium that absorbs its attention.

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.

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.

I have done what I could do in life, and if I could not do better, I did not deserve it. In vain I have tried to step beyond what bound me.

It is not from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.

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