Repetition is the mother of education.

Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.

As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

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

People will not bear it when advice is violently given, even if it is well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open to the softly falling dew, but shut up in the violent downpour of rain.

Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.

Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.