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

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

All mothers are rich when they love their children. There are no poor mothers, no ugly ones, no old ones. Their love is always the most beautiful of ….

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness..

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

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together ... Speech is too often ... the act of quite stifling and suspending thought….

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

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..

It's good to slowly come to the realization that you understand nothing..

Many a happiness in life, a many a disaster, is due to chance alone; but the peace within us can never be governed by chance..

The hour of justice does not strike On the dials of this world..

They think that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors, and they do not know that it is in the soul that things always happen, and ….

We possess only the happiness we able to understand..

Nothing in the whole world is so athirst for beauty as the soul, nor is there anything to which beauty clings so readily..

If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live..

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..

It is death that is the guide of our life, and our life has no goal but death..

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

Wisdom requires no form; her beauty must vary, as varies the beauty of flame. She is no motionless goddess, for ever couched on her throne..

As soon as we put something into words, we devalue it in a strange way. We think we have plunged into the depths of the abyss, and when we return to ….

No living creature, not even man, has achieved, in the centre of his sphere, what the bee has achieved in her own: and were some one from another wor….