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

Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?.

Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums ... They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.

Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?

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.

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.

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