The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.

Woman and men of retiring timidity are cowardly only in dangers which affect themselves, but the first to rescue when others are in danger.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

People will not bear it when advice is violently given, even if it is well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open to the softly falling dew, but shut up in the violent downpour of rain.

Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

Remembrances last longer than present realities.