A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can.
Like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, the fiercest hatred is silent.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower.
The burden of suffering seems a tombstone hung about our necks, while in reality it is only the weight which is necessary to keep down the diver while he is hunting for pearls.