Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.

What will finally destroy us is not communism or fascism, but man acting like God.

We have now educated ourselves into a state of complete imbecility.

What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.

Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.

A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.

A scholar knows no boredom.

For no one does life drag more disagreeably than for those who try to speed it up.

Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

What a father says to his children is not heard by the world, but it will be heard by posterity.

Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.

Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.