Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.
Only deeds give strength to life, only moderation gives it charm.
Paradise is always where love dwells.
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 words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.