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.
Time is the shower of Danae; each drop is golden.
We reform others unconsciously when we walk uprightly.
The only true method of action in this world is to be in it, but not of it.
Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.
Let our lives be pure as snowfields, where our steps leave a mark but no stain.