Petty vexations may at times be petty, but still they are vexations. The smallest and most inconsiderable annoyances are the most piercing. As small letters weary the eye most, so the smallest affairs disturb us most.

Ambition is not a vice of little people.

The lack of wealth is easily repaired but the poverty of the soul is irreplaceable.

It is a small soul, buried beneath the weight of affairs, that does not know how to get clean away from them, that cannot put them aside and pick them up again.

What kind of truth is this which is true on one side of a mountain and false on the other?

Every movement reveals us.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages.