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.

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

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

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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

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