Judge a tree from its fruit, not from its leaves.
Our ancestors... purged their guilt by banishment, not death. And by so doing, they stopped that endless vicious cycle of murder and revenge.
We pay a high price for intelligence. Wisdom hurts.
Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
To the worker, God himself lends aid.
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!