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

We possess only the happiness we able to understand.

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

Justice is the very last thing of all wherewith the universe concerns itself. It is equilibrium that absorbs its attention.

At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.

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

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.