A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's th >>
The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of >>
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. >>
Happiness is the light on the water. The water is cold and dark and de >>
You traverse the world in search of happiness, which is within the rea >>
No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable. >>
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.