Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband's breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!

The best of seers is he who guesses well.

All is change; all yields its place and goes.

There is no evil as terrible as a woman.

When a wise man chooses a sane basis for his arguments, it is no great task to speak well.

A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.

The care of God for us is a great thing, if a man believe it at heart: it plucks the burden of sorrow from him.