What Cicero said of men-that they are like wines, age souring the bad, and bettering the good-we can say of misfortune, that it has the same effect upon them.
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.
Paradise is always where love dwells.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
feelings of man are always pure and the brightest to the meeting time and Farewell.
Education should bring to light the ideal of the individual.