Where women are, the better things are implied if not spoken.
Who loves a garden, still his Eden keeps, Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvests reaps.
Good discourse sinks differences and seeks agreements.
Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well.
We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes.
When one becomes indifferent to women, to children, and young people., he may know that he is superannuated, and has withdrawn from whatsoever is sweetest and purest in human existence.