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

It is the evil that lies in ourselves that is ever least tolerant of the evil that dwells within others.

We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark with them.

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

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.

To disdain today is to prove that yesterday has been misunderstood.

They think that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors, and they do not know that it is in the soul that things always happen, and that the world does not end at their housedoor.