Doubt is the incentive to truth and inquiry leads the way.
Suspicion is far more to be wrong than right; more often unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, and always an enemy to happiness.
Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age.
Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit.
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.