Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.
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.
It is simpler and easier to flatter people than to praise them.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.