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

It is not great, but little good-haps that make up happiness.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?

Love lessens woman's delicacy and increases man's.

What a father says to his children is not heard by the world, but it will be heard by posterity.

The happiness of life consists, like the day, not in single flashes (of light), but in one continuous mild serenity. The most beautiful period of the heart's existence is in this calm equable light, even although it be only moonshine or twilight. Now the mind alone can obtain for us this heavenly cheerfulness and peace.

Nations and men are only the best when they are the gladdest, and deserve heaven when they enjoy it.