Sorrow may be a good thing for a woman's heart, but it is a poor cosmetic for her face.

Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.

Patience is the analogue of God's serenity.

A charitable man is like an apple tree-he gives his fruit and is silent; the philanthropist is like the successful hen.

Autumn is a hint from God to Old Age.

That art is best which suggests most.

Well begun is not only half done, but often fully cooked.