We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark with them.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.
At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.
We possess only the happiness we are able to understand.
An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness. No reward coming after the event can compare with the sweet reward that went with it.
Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness.
Many a happiness in life, as many a disaster, can be due to chance, but the peace within us can never be governed by chance.
Happiness is rarely absent it is we that know not of its presence.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
It is not from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.
What man is there that does not laboriously, though all unconsciously, himself fashion the sorrow that is to be the pivot of his life.
Happiness will never be any greater than the idea we have of it.
There is a courage of happiness as well as a courage of sorrow.
An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness.
I have done what I could do in life, and if I could not do better, I did not deserve it. In vain I have tried to step beyond what bound me.
Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?
A truth that disheartens because it is true is of more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.
They believe that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors.
Our reason may prove what it will our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.
Happiness is rarely absent; it is we that know not of its presence.
To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness.
No great inner event befalls those who summon it not.
To disdain today is to prove that yesterday has been misunderstood.
How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.
There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.
