Too much indulgence has ruined thousands of children; too much love not one.
Dear reader, true religion is not gloomy.
Everything in the country, animate and inanimate, seems to whisper, be serene, be kind, be happy. We grow tolerant there unconsciously.
Never ask a favor until you are drawing your last breath; and never forget one.
A little oil makes machinery work easy.
I am getting sick of people. I am falling in love with things. They hold their tongues.