To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness.

In any event, a truth that disheartens, because it is true, is still of far more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.

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

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

The living are just the dead on holiday

Most creatures have a vague belief that a very precarious hazard, a kind of transparent membrane, divides death from love; and that the profound idea of nature demands that the giver of life should die at the moment of giving.

Is not every action of Hamlet induced by a fanatical impulse, which tells him that duty consists in revenge alone? And dose it need superhuman efforts to recognize that revenge never can be duty? I say again that Hamlet thinks much, but that he is by no means wise.