Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs

Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed

Feeling without judgment is a washy draught indeed; but judgment untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition

If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own

Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same

True enthusiasm is a fine feeling whose flash I admire where-ever I see it

Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow there, firm as weeds among stones

It is vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility they must have action and they will make it if they cannot find it