Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
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.
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
Despair is the only genuine atheism.
See, indeed, that your daughter is thoroughly grounded and experienced in household duties; but take care, through religion and poetry, to keep her heart open to heaven.