Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.

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.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

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

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.