Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
Age does not matter if the matter does not age.
As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.
Beauty attracts us men but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.
Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it.
Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.
Every man regards his own life as the New Year’s Eve of time.
For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
Live your life and forget your age.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
Only actions give life strength only moderation gives it charm.
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.
Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.