Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.

We learn our virtues from our friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection.

For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed and gratefully appreciated, they must be interrupted so the person can see that not having them is not as good as having them.

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

Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.

The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.