All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.

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.

To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness.

They believe that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors.

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

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

Our reason may prove what it will: our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.