There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

Remembrances last longer than present realities.

It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.

It is easier and handier for men to flatter than to praise.

Universal love is a glove without fingers, which fits all bands alike and none closely; but true affection is like a glove with fingers, which fits one hand only, and sits close to that one.

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.

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