At times the whole world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic trifles.

What you are shouts at me so loudly that I can't hear a word you say.

All loss, all pain, is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt.

My son, a perfect little boy of five years and three months, had ended his earthly life. You can never sympathize with me; you can never know how much of me such a young child can take away. A few weeks ago I accounted myself a very rich man, and now the poorest of all.

Many times the reading of a book has made the future of a man.

Every man has his own courage, and is betrayed because he seeks in himself the courage of other persons.

In spite of warnings, change rarely occurs until the status quo becomes more painful than change. People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.