Many a happiness in life, as many a disaster, can be due to chance, but the peace within us can never be governed by chance.
What man is there that does not laboriously though all unconsciously himself fashion the sorrow that is to be the pivot of his life.
Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?
We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark with them.
Happiness is rarely absent it is we that know not of its presence.