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

You prove your worth with your actions, not with your mouth.

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.

For the Infinite has sowed his name in the heavens in burning stars, but on the earth He has sowed his name in tender flowers.

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

Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.

Nations and men are only the best when they are the gladdest, and deserve heaven when they enjoy it.