On the church vaulting above was the clock-face of eternity, void of number and serving as its own hand, only one black finger was pointing and the dead wanted to tell the time by it.
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
Woman and men of retiring timidity are cowardly only in dangers which affect themselves, but the first to rescue when others are in danger.
A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.
Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.
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.
