Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed and gratefully appreciated, they must be interrupted so the person can see that not having them is not as good as having them.

There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.

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.

Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.

Paradise is always where love dwells.