Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.
For the Infinite has sowed his name in the heavens in burning stars, but on the earth He has sowed his name in tender flowers.
Repetition is the mother of education.
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
A sky full of silent suns.
Nations and men are only the best when they are the gladdest, and deserve heaven when they enjoy it.