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.

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

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