The gymnasium of running, walking on stilts, climbing, etc. stells and makes hardy single powers and muscles, but dancing, like a corporeal poesy, embellishes, exercises, and equalizes all the muscles at once.

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

The look of a king is itself a deed.

Man has here two and a half minutes-one to smile, one to sigh, and a half to love: for in the midst of this minute he dies.

What a father says to his children is not heard by the world, but it will be heard by posterity.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.

Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.