The censure of a dog is something no man can stand.
We've had bad luck with our kids - they've all grown up.
Blessed is he who has never been tempted; for he knows not the frailty of his rectitude.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.
There are three ingredients in the good life: learning, earning and yearning.
The little Plumpuppets are fairies of beds; They have nothing to do but watch sleepyheads; They turn down the sheets and they tuck you in tight, And dance on your pillow to wish you good night!