A variety of nothing is superior to a monotony of something.

Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.

With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

The last, best fruit which comes to late perfection, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness toward the hard, forbearance toward the unforbearing, warmth of heart toward the cold, philanthropy toward the misanthropic.

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