The secret of fortune is joy in our hands.

I wish to say what I think and feel today, with the proviso that tomorrow perhaps I shall contradict it all.

O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught.

There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us.

My life is not an apology, but a life.

He who would be a great soul in the future, must be a great soul now.

The exceptional life depends not on working harder, but on different, even opposite, actions from habit and the crowd.