Laughing cheerfulness throws the light of day on all the paths of life.

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

The happiness of life consists, like the day, not in single flashes (of light), but in one continuous mild serenity. The most beautiful period of the heart's existence is in this calm equable light, even although it be only moonshine or twilight. Now the mind alone can obtain for us this heavenly cheerfulness and peace.

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.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

As a man grows older it is harder and harder to frighten him.

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