Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

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

A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.

For the Infinite has sowed his name in the heavens in burning stars, but on the earth He has sowed his name in tender flowers.

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

Jesus is the purest among the mighty, and the mightiest among the pure, who, with his pierced hand has raised empires from their foundations, turned the stream of history from its old channel, and still continues to rule and guide the ages

Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.