If The Bee Disappeared Off The Face

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.

The Manner In Which The Hours Of Freedom Are Spent Determines, No Less Than Labor And War, The Moral Worth Of A Nation.

We Should Tell Ourselves Once And For All That It Is The First Duty Of The Soul To Become As Happy, Complete, Independent, And Great As Lies In Its Power. To This End We May Sacrifice Even The Passion For Sacrifice, For Sacrifice Never Should Be The Means Of Ennoblement, But Only The Sign Of Being Ennobled.

Above All, Let Us Never Forget That An Act Of Goodness Is In Itself An Act Of Happiness. It Is The Flower Of A Long Inner Life Of Joy And Contentment; It Tells Of Peaceful Hours And Days On The Sunniest Heights Of Our Soul.

I Have Never For One Instant Seen Clearly Within Myself. How Then Would You Have Me Judge The Deeds Of Others?