God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.

Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.

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

There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.

People will not bear it when advice is violently given, even if it is well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open to the softly falling dew, but shut up in the violent downpour of rain.

The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.

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