When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
The miserable's name is Man; he is agonizing in all climes, and he is groaning in all languages.
In the relations of man with the animals, with the flowers, with all the objects of creation, there is a whole great ethic, scarcely perceived as yet, which will at length break through into the light, and which will be the corollary and the complement to human ethics.