With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?

Humankind's chief fault is that they have so many small ones.

The conscience of children is formed by the influences that surround them; their notions of good and evil are the result of the moral atmosphere they breathe.

Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.