A day is a miniature eternity.
Life is an ecstasy. Life is sweet as nitrous oxide.
The gates of thought, - how slow and late they discover themselves! Yet when they appear, we see that they were always there, always open.
Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.
I didn't find my friends; the good Lord gave them to me.
What we call results are beginnings.