The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.
Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.
She who means no mischief does it all.