Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

In women everything is heart, even the head.

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

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

Only deeds give strength to life, only moderation gives it charm.

Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.