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.