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

The manner in which the hours of freedom are spent determines, no less than labor and war, the moral worth of a nation.

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

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

The value of ourselves is but the value of our melancholy and our disquiet.

Many a happiness in life, a many a disaster, is due to chance alone; but the peace within us can never be governed by chance.

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.