For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease, he is burdened with his own sorrow and groans on seeing another's happiness.
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
God loves to help him who strives to help himself.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
The art of living… is neither careless drifting on the one hand, nor fearful clinging to the past on the other. It consists in being sensitive to each moment, in regarding it as utterly new and unique, in having the mind open and wholly receptive.