The morning hour has gold at the mouth.
I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.
Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!
The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind; but the odor of good people travels; even against the wind: a good man pervades every place.
The person who knows only one religion does not know any religion.
Would not the child's heart break in despair when the first cold storm of the world sweeps over it, if the warm sunlight of love from the eyes of mother and father did not shine upon him like the soft reflection of divine light and love?