Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

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.

As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

Jesus is the purest among the mighty, and the mightiest among the pure, who, with his pierced hand has raised empires from their foundations, turned the stream of history from its old channel, and still continues to rule and guide the ages

Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.

There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.