It Is Not From Reason

An Act Of Goodness Is Of Itself An Act Of Happiness.

Happiness Will Never Be Any Greater Than The Idea We Have Of It.

There Comes No Adventure But Wears To Our Soul The Shape Of Our Everyday Thoughts.

Is Not Every Action Of Hamlet Induced By A Fanatical Impulse, Which Tells Him That Duty Consists In Revenge Alone? And Dose It Need Superhuman Efforts To Recognize That Revenge Never Can Be Duty? I Say Again That Hamlet Thinks Much, But That He Is By No Means Wise.

Sacrifice May Be A Flower That Virtue Will Pluck On Its Road, But It Was Not To Gather This Flower That Virtue Set Forth On Its Travels.