This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.

People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.

When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.

Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.

Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.

Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.

Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.