It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.
Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.
The look of a king is itself a deed.
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.
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.