A sky full of silent suns.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen.

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

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.

We learn our virtues from our friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection.

Woman and men of retiring timidity are cowardly only in dangers which affect themselves, but the first to rescue when others are in danger.