Remembrances last longer than present realities.
Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.
As a man grows older it is harder and harder to frighten him.
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.
Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.