It's good to slowly come to the realization that you understand nothing.

We possess only the happiness we able to understand.

Brave old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly flowers, Stocks! For even as the field-flowers, from which a trifle, a ray of beauty, a drop of perfume, divides them, they have charming names, the softest in the language; and each of them, like tiny, art-less ex-votos, or like medals bestowed by the gratitude of men, proudly bears three or four.

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness.

The true sage is not he who sees, but he who, seeing the furthest, has the deepest love for mankind.

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.