Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.
Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.
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!
A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.
Neither earth nor ocean produces a creature as savage and monstrous as woman.
In life, the worst disasters come from passion.