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.

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.

Fancy rules over two thirds of the universe, the past, and future, while reality is confined to the present

Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.

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

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