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

It is only in the space that our thoughts and our feelings enclose that our happiness can breathe in freedom.

There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.

The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase.

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

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 obstacle is not a discouragement. It may become one, but only with our own consent. So long as we refuse to be discouraged, we cannot be discouraged.