The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.

Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.

A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.

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

Universal love is a glove without fingers, which fits all bands alike and none closely; but true affection is like a glove with fingers, which fits one hand only, and sits close to that one.

The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.

Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.