What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.
Sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed must be interrupted.
Sleep, riches, and health, to be truly enjoyed, must be interrupted.
Sorrows are like thunderclouds - in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
No one is more profoundly sad than he who laughs too much.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.