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.

The souls of all our brethren are ever hovering about us, craving for a caress, and only waiting for the signal.

You do well to have visions of a better life than of every day, but it is the life of every day from which the elements of a better life must come.

Physical suffering apart, not a single sorrow exists that can touch us except through our thoughts.

It's good to slowly come to the realization that you understand nothing.

If you love yourself meanly, childishly, timidly, even so shall you love your neighbor.