The truth that seems discouraging does in reality only transform the courage of those strong enough to accept it; and, in any event, a truth that disheartens, because it is true, is still of far more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.
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.
An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness.
Justice is the very last thing of all wherewith the universe concerns itself. It is equilibrium that absorbs its attention.
To be happy is only to have freed one’s soul from the unrest of unhappiness.
It’s good to slowly come to the realization that you understand nothing.
Physical suffering apart, not a single sorrow exists that can touch us except through our thoughts.
The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase.
There is no soul that does not respond to love, for the soul of man is a guest that has gone hungry these centuries back.
The dog is the only living being that has found and recognizes an indubitable, tangible and definite god. He knows to whom above him to give himself. He has not to seek for a superior and infinite power.
I have never for one instant seen clearly within myself. How then would you have me judge the deeds of others?
It is only in the space that our thoughts and our feelings enclose that our happiness can breathe in freedom.
You do well to have visions of a better life than of every day, but it is the life of every day from which the elements of a better life must come.
The dog who meets with a good master is the happier of the two.
We can never judge a soul above the high water mark of our own.
Is not every action of Hamlet induced by a fanatical impulse, which tells him that duty consists in revenge alone? And dose it need superhuman efforts to recognize that revenge never can be duty? I say again that Hamlet thinks much, but that he is by no means wise.
The value of ourselves is but the value of our melancholy and our disquiet.
He who sees without loving is only straining his eyes in the darkness.
There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.
The souls of all our brethren are ever hovering about us, craving for a caress, and only waiting for the signal.