Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night

Every Friend Is To The Other A Sun, And A Sunflower Also. He Attracts And Follows.

God Is An Unutterable Sigh, Planted In The Depths Of The Soul.

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.

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.

Memory, Wit, Fancy, Acuteness, Cannot Grow Young Again In Old Age, But The Heart Can.