Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account? |
Cheerfulness is the atmosphere in which all things thrive |
Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it. |
Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together |
Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality. |
Do not wait for extraordinary circumstances to do good action; try to use ordinary situations. |
Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows. |
Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him. |
Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time. |
Fancy rules over two thirds of the universe, the past, and future, while reality is confined to the present |
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul. |
Good actions ennoble us, we are the sons of our own deeds. |
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. |
He who has not lost his head over some things has no head to lose |
How calmly may we commit ourselves to the hands of Him who bears up the world |