Has it never occurred to us, when surrounded by sorrows, that they may be sent to us only for our instruction, as we darken the eyes of birds when we wish them to sing?
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.
Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.
Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.
The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.
The look of a king is itself a deed.