The end we aim at must be known, before the way can be made.

The end we aim at must be known, before the way can be made.

Jean Paul

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

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.

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.

Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.

Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.

Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.

Repetition is the mother of education.

Repetition is the mother of education.

In women everything is heart, even the head.

In women everything is heart, even the head.

With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?

With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?

Sleep, riches, and health, to be truly enjoyed, must be interrupted.

Sleep, riches, and health, to be truly enjoyed, must be interrupted.

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

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

It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.

It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.

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

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

Love lessens a woman's delicacy and increases a man's.

Love lessens a woman's delicacy and increases a man's.

Paradise is always where love dwells.

Paradise is always where love dwells.

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

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

Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.

Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.

Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.

Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.

A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.

A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.

The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.

The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.