Never utter the truism but live it among men.
These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.
Life is to be lived, not controlled.
When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive.
Sorrow makes us all children again.
Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding.