Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.

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

With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?

Universal love is a glove without fingers, which fits all bands alike and none closely; but true affection is like a glove with fingers, which fits one hand only, and sits close to that one.

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

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.

The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.