It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.

By becoming unhappy, we sometimes learn how to be less so.

There is a transcendent power in example.

Only those faults which we encounter in ourselves are insufferable to us in others.

Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.

Let us resist the opinion of the world fearlessly, provided only that our self-respect grows in proportion to our indifference.

Our vanity is the constant enemy of our dignity.