The happiness of life consists, like the day, not in single flashes (of light), but in one continuous mild serenity. The most beautiful period of the heart's existence is in this calm equable light, even although it be only moonshine or twilight. Now the mind alone can obtain for us this heavenly cheerfulness and peace.

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.

The happiness of life consists, like the day, not in single flashes (of light), but in one continuous mild serenity. The most beautiful period of the heart's existence is in this calm equable light, even although it be only moonshine or twilight. Now the mind alone can obtain for us this heavenly cheerfulness and peace.

Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can.

Individuality is to be preserved and respected everywhere, as the root of everything good.

Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.