When We Lose One We Love, Our

To Be Happy Is Only To Have Freed One's Soul From The Unrest Of Unhappiness.

We Are Never The Same With Others As When We Are Alone. We Are Different, Even When We Are In The Dark With Them.

They Think That Nothing Will Happen Because They Have Closed Their Doors, And They Do Not Know That It Is In The Soul That Things Always Happen, And That The World Does Not End At Their Housedoor.

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

(there Is) No Other Means Of Escaping From One's Consciousness Than To Deny It, To Look Upon It As An Organic Disease Of The Terrestrial Intelligence - A Disease Which We Must Endeavor To Cure By An Action Which Must Appear To Us An Action Of Violent And Willful Madness, But Which, On The Other Side Of Our Appearances, Is Probably An Action Of Health. ("of Immortality")