“Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though ’twere his own.”

We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.

Everything transitory is but an image.

Remember to live.

We all of us live upon the past, and through the past we are destroyed.

One never goes so far as when one doesn’t know where one is going.

There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.

A word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.

On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

One can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days.

By seeking and blundering we learn.

He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living from hand to mouth.

If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse; however, if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that.

I laugh at my heart, and do its will.

You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

We, humans, are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

Those who have never known the deep intimacy and the intense companionship of happy mutual love have missed the best thing that life has to give.

The day of individual happiness has passed.

A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live.

The secret of happiness is to face the fact that the world is horrible, horrible, horrible.

Anything you’re good at contributes to happiness.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered to me.

You are living a fleeting experience that you call life, you settle for short-term happiness moving away from light.