 Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account? |
| The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying. |
| Live your life and forget your age. |
| Good actions ennoble us, we are the sons of our own deeds. |
| As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity. |
| Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out. |
| Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them. |
| The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity. |
| Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. |
| Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality. |
| A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward. |
| Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest. |
| Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it. |
| Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life. |
| Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power. |
| What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease. Topics: Age |
| Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life. |
| Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence. |
| Whenever, at a party, I have been in the mood to study fools, I have always looked for a great beauty: they always gather round her like flies around a fruit stall. |
| Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another. |
