Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it.
Man has here two and a half minutes-one to smile, one to sigh, and a half to love: for in the midst of this minute he dies.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
The look of a king is itself a deed.
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.