“ For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted. ”
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
~ Jean Paul
Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.
