Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.

As for the bishop, the sight of the guillotine was a great shock to him, from which he recovered only slowly.

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

A sewer is a cynic. It tells All.

A day will come when there will be no battlefields, but markets opening to commerce and minds opening to ideas.

God put in man thought; society, action; nature, revery.