People seldom commit sin without intending to derive benefit from it. He or she that loves, and is loved by, a race of pure and virtuous creatures, and that lives continually in the midst of them, is an idiot if one does not think oneself happy.

However, who knows what the justice of Heaven may inflict in order to convince us that we are not out of the reach of misfortune; and to reduce us to a better reliance, than that we have hitherto presumptuously made? People need to rise early, to see the Sun, in all splendor, for his brightness seldom last the day through. The morning of day and the morning of life are but too much alike.

When a man or woman thinks of anything which is past, one looks down upon the ground, but when one thinks of something that is to come, one looks up towards the Heavens. Why are so many of you looking at the ground? Why waste the present gossiping and stirring up old myths, as if they are current events?

Learn to celebrate success and move on. Tomorrow is not promised, and instead of living, you are wasting your time making yourself and others miserable. Nothing is more common than to call our own condition the condition of life.

There is no such thing as moral responsibility for past acts, no such thing as real justice in punishing them, for the reason that human beings are not stationary existences, but changing, growing, incessantly progressive organisms, which in no two moments are the same.

Therefore justice, whose only possible mode of proceeding is to punish in present time for what is done in past time, must always punish a person more or less similar to, but never identical with, the one who committed the offense, and therein must be no justice.

There are some who, living with the one object of enriching themselves, no matter by what means, and being perfectly conscious of the baseness and rascality of the means which they will use every day toward this end, affect nevertheless—even to themselves—a high tone of moral rectitude, and shake their heads and sigh over the depravity of the World.

Players are heroes upon the stage; but beggars, sots, or prostitutes in their private lodgings. So many celebrities claims to care about things like Civil Rights and “Free West Papua,” but behind closed doors many of them are heathens, who use and abuse people and have egos so large that they cannot see anything wrong with their behavior.

Their minds are like the misbegotten of Hell. They have been swaggering through eternity for a four or five decades at the most, just long enough to make them very cocky. They are greedy filth. However, a few stars, like Paris Hilton are actually very caring, she donates money to rural counties and feeds starving children.

Therefore, keep in mind, every moment of time solicits to be employed in the important business of love. Love is the heart of harmony, the connecting chain that links the whole frame of being; it is the glory of nature, and the very perfection of human kind.

Still, I cannot tell my own heart what I am feeling now, how much I crave this little battle. I cannot find the words, it is so raw, so rooted inside me! From without, no wonderful effect is wrought within ourselves, unless some interior, responding wonder meets it.

As love knoweth no laws, so it regardeth no conditions. When any one of our relations was found to be a person of very bad character, a troublesome guest, or one we desired to get rid of, upon his leaving my house I ever took care to lend him a riding-coat or a pair of boots, or sometimes a horse of value, and I always had the satisfaction of finding he never came back to return them. Love is a poison and by poison must be maintained. A risk, when you love someone, is worth taking.