A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.

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

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

The burden of suffering seems a tombstone hung about our necks, while in reality it is only the weight which is necessary to keep down the diver while he is hunting for pearls.

The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen.

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

Jesus is the purest among the mighty, and the mightiest among the pure, who, with his pierced hand has raised empires from their foundations, turned the stream of history from its old channel, and still continues to rule and guide the ages