Love's sweetest meanings are unspoken; the full heart knows no rhetoric of words.

What is taken from the fortune, also, may haply be so much lifted from the soul. The greatness of a loss, as the proverb suggests, is determinable, not so much by what we have lost, as by what we have left.

There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.

Many children, many cares; no children, no felicity.

Weakness ineffectually seeks to disguise itself,--like a drunken man trying to show how sober he is.

Wine is a treacherous friend who you must always be on guard for.

We may learn from children how large a part of our grievances is imaginary. But the pain is just as real.