It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.
With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?
Repetition is the mother of education.
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.
Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it.