Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face..

Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever..

Universal love is a glove without fingers, which fits all bands alike and none closely; but true affection is like a glove with fingers, which fits o….

Paradise is always where love dwells..

There are so many tender and holy emotions flying about in our inward world, which, like angels, can never assume the body of an outward act; so many….

It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise..

The purer the golden vessel, the more readily is it bent; the higher worth of woman is sooner lost than that of man..

Only deeds give strength to life, only moderation gives it charm..

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life..

The burden of suffering seems a tombstone hung about our necks, while in reality it is only the weight which is necessary to keep down the diver whil….

Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can..

Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us befo….

The last, best fruit which comes to late perfection, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness toward the hard, forbearance toward the unforbearing, ….

The conscience of children is formed by the influences that surround them; their notions of good and evil are the result of the moral atmosphere they….

Woman and men of retiring timidity are cowardly only in dangers which affect themselves, but the first to rescue when others are in danger..

Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower..

Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions..

feelings of man are always pure and the brightest to the meeting time and Farewell..

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?.

The look of a king is itself a deed..

God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul..