A sky full of silent suns.
It is easier and handier for men to flatter than to praise.
There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.
It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.
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.