Happiness is rarely absent; it is we that know not of its presence.

Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?

No great inner event befalls those who summon it not.

How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.

We possess only the happiness we are able to understand.

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.