Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

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

A sky full of silent suns.

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

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

Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it.

The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.