Marriage is like wine. It is not be properly judged until the second glass.

Religion is in the heart, not in the knees.

Malice blunts the point of wit.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

I would like to have a second chance at my first love.

Nature designed us to be of good cheer.

Duty, though set about by thorns, may still be made a staff supporting even while it tortures. Cast it away, and, like the prophet's wand, it changes to a snake.