Nature has made us passive, and to suffer is our lot. While we are in the flesh every man has his chain and his clog; only it is looser and lighter to one man than to another, and he is more at ease who takes it up and carries it than he who drags it.

It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.

Familiarity reduces the greatness of things.

A good mind possesses a kingdom.

It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and - even more surprising - it takes the whole of life to learn how to die.

Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.

You have to persevere and fortify your pertinacity until the will to good becomes a disposition to good.