Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower.
Woman and men of retiring timidity are cowardly only in dangers which affect themselves, but the first to rescue when others are in danger.