Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence; and, for many, it is more brilliant than the day.

Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.

My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.

Friendship is like those ancient altars where the unhappy, and even the guilty, found a sure asylum.

He who has never denied himself for the sake of giving has but glanced at the joys of charity.

The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love.

I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.