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

But we need not fear that we can lose any thing by the progress of the soul. The soul may be trusted to the end.

For each thorn, there's a rosebud... For each twilight - a dawn... For each trial - the strength to carry on, For each storm cloud - a rainbow... For each shadow - the sun... For each parting - sweet memories when sorrow is done.

The greatest gift is a portion of thyself.

Knowledge is the antidote to fear

General ideas are essences. They are our gods: they round and ennoble the most partial and sordid way of living.

Nature, through all her kingdoms, insures herself.