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

Sacrifice may be a flower that virtue will pluck on its road, but it was not to gather this flower that virtue set forth on its travels.

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

I have never for one instant seen clearly within myself. How then would you have me judge the deeds of others?

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

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 far more important that one's life should be perceived than that it should be transformed; for no sooner has it been perceived, than it transforms itself of its own accord.