I dislike wealth and prosperity, especially that of other men.
Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.
One believes others will do what he will do to himself.
Sleep comes more easily than it returns.
Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.
There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.