Inspect the neighborhood of thy life; every shelf, every nook of thine abode.
Look upon every day as the whole of life, not merely as a section; and enjoy and improve the present without wishing, through haste, to rush on to another.
Despair is the only genuine atheism.
There are so many tender and holy emotions flying about in our inward world, which, like angels, can never assume the body of an outward act; so many rich and lovely flowers spring up which bear no seed, that it is a happiness poetry was invented, which receives into its limbus all those incorporeal spirits, and the perfume of all these flowers.
With the people of courts the tongue is the artery of their withered life, the spiral spring and flag-feather of their souls.
Everything holy is before what is unholy; guilt presupposes innocence, not the reverse.—Angels, but not fallen ones, were created.—Man does not properly rise to the highest, but first sinks down from it, and then afterward rises again.
The apparently irreconcilable dissimilarity between our wishes and our means, between our hearts and this world, remains a riddle.
The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.
Unhappy is the man for whom his own mother has not made all other mothers venerable.
Love lessens woman’s delicacy, and increases man’s.
The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.
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Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.
According to Democritus, truth lies at the bottom of a well, the water of which serves as a mirror in which objects may be reflected.—I have heard, however, that some philosophers, in seeking for truth, to pay homage to her, have seen their own image and adored it instead.
Fancy rules over two thirds of the universe, the past and future, while reality is confined to the present.
The most painful part of our bodily pain is that which is bodiless or immaterial, namely our impatience, and the delusion that it will last forever.
Love one human being purely and warmly, and you will love all.—The heart in this heaven, like the sun in its course, sees nothing, from the dewdrop to the ocean, but a mirror which it brightens, and warms, and fills.
Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it.
The end we aim at must be known, before the way can be made.
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