Great grief does not of itself put an end itself. [Lat., Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor.]
Life is a series of experiences, each one of which makes us bigger, even though it is hard to realize this. For the world was built to develop character, and we must learn that the setbacks and griefs which we endure help us in our marching onward.
Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean. -David Searls.
Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.
"Oh! what a vile and abject thing is man unless he can erect himself above humanity." Here is a bon mot and a useful desire, but equally absurd. For to make the handful bigger than the hand, the armful bigger then the arm, and to hope to stride further than the stretch of our legs, is impossible and monstrous. . . . He may lift himself if God lend him His hand of special grace; he may lift himself . . . by means wholly celestial. It is for our Christian religion, and not for his Stoic virtue, to pretend to this divine and miraculous metamorphosis.
Besides that, when elsewhere the harvest of wheat is most abundant, there it comes up less by one-fourth than what you have sowed. There, methinks, it were a proper place for men to sow their wild oats, where they would not spring up. [Lat., Post id, frumenti quum alibi messis maxima'st Tribus tantis illi minus reddit, quam obseveris. Heu! istic oportet obseri mores malos, Si in obserendo possint interfieri.]
All growth depends upon activity. There is no development physically or intellectually without effort, and effort means work.
Hail, guest, we ask not what thou art; If friend, we greet thee, hand and heart; If stranger, such no longer be; If foe, our love shall conquer thee.
Let guilty men remember, their black deeds Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.
The more sinful and guilty a person tends to feel, the less chance there is that he will be a happy, healthy, or law-abiding citizen. He will become a compulsive wrong-doer.
Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.
Guilt is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend,Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behindWith whips and stings.
Where evil habits are once settled, they are more easily broken than mended. [Lat., Frangas enim, citius quam corrigas quae in pravum induerunt.]
Things start out as hopes and end up as habbits.
Habit, my friend, is practice long pursued, that at last becomes man himself.
Hold him alone truly fortunate who has ended his life in happy well-being.
'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, Tall and slender, and sallow and dry; His form was bent, and his gait was slow, His long thin hair was white as snow, But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye. And he sang every night as he went to bed, "Let us be happy down here below: The living should live, though the dead be dead." Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.
Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose.
The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last. [Ger., Das beste Gluck, des Lebens schonste Kraft Ermattet endlich.]
Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.
Happiness is not a matter of good fortune or worldly possessions. It's a mental attitude. It comes from appreciating what we have, instead of being miserable about what we don't have. It's so simpleâyet so hard for the human mind to comprehend.
Happiness is being married to your best friend.
Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.
Lead the life that will make you kindly and friendly to everyone about you, and you will be surprised what a happy life you will lead.
A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.