There is no index of character so sure as the voice.
The European talks of progress because by the aid of a few scientific discoveries he has established a society which has mistaken comfort for civilisation.
We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
Youth is the trustee of prosperity.
She is an excellent creature, but she can never remember which came first, the Greeks or the Romans.