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

I would rather dwell in the dim fog of superstition than in air rarefied to nothing by the air-pump of unbelief-in which the panting breast expires, vainly and convulsively gasping for breath.

A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.

Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.

The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.

The look of a king is itself a deed.

A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.