Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
Good-humor and, generosity carry day with the popular heart all the world over.
God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.