Do you hear the children singing?

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

Life is the game that must be played.

Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

Do you hear the children singing?