I would rather dwell in the dim fog of superstition than in air rarefied to nothing by the air-pump of unbelief-in which the panting breast expires, vainly and convulsively gasping for breath.

I would rather dwell in the dim fog of superstition than in air rarefied to nothing by the air-pump of unbelief-in which the panting breast expires, vainly and convulsively gasping for breath.

It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

The happiness of life consists, like the day, not in single flashes (of light), but in one continuous mild serenity. The most beautiful period of the heart's existence is in this calm equable light, even although it be only moonshine or twilight. Now the mind alone can obtain for us this heavenly cheerfulness and peace.