feelings of man are always pure and the brightest to the meeting time and Farewell.
Humankind's chief fault is that they have so many small ones.
Nations and men are only the best when they are the gladdest, and deserve heaven when they enjoy it.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it.
With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?