Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.

Like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, the fiercest hatred is silent.

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

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

It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?