The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen.
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.
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease.
Despair is the only genuine atheism.
A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.