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.
At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.
To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness.
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.
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.
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.
They believe that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors.
Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?
We possess only the happiness we are able to understand.
It is not from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.
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.
Our reason may prove what it will: our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.
Happiness is rarely absent; it is we that know not of its presence.
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