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

No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.

No one is more profoundly sad as one who laughs too much.

I have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more.

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

We learn our virtues from our friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection.

Despair is the only genuine atheism.

As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

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

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.