There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.
There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.
Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.
Age doesn't matter, unless your cheese.