Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.

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

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

For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted.

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.

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

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

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

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 before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.