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

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

Only deeds give strength to life, only moderation gives it charm.

The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.

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

Has it never occurred to us, when surrounded by sorrows, that they may be sent to us only for our instruction, as we darken the eyes of birds when we wish them to sing?

The purer the golden vessel, the more readily is it bent; the higher worth of woman is sooner lost than that of man.