Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.

The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen.

The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.

Only deeds give strength to life, only moderation gives it charm.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

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

Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.