The new-come stepmother hates the children born to a first wife.

Moderation, the noblest gift of Heaven.

Enough is abundance to the wise.

Experience, travel - these are an education in themselves.

There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.

Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.