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.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

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.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.

The look of a king is itself a deed.