What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease.
Sleep, riches, and health, to be truly enjoyed, must be interrupted.
Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?
Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.
The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.
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.