In the consciousness of belonging together, in the sense of constancy, resides the sanctity, the beauty of matrimony, which helps us to endure pain more easily, to enjoy happiness doubly, and to give rise to the fullest and finest development of our nature.

I fought windmills with such heavy weapons that I risked dislocating my arm.

To will the impossible is usually a sin of indolence.

In the consciousness of belonging together, in the sense of constancy, resides the sanctity, the beauty of matrimony, which helps us to endure pain more easily, to enjoy happiness doubly, and to give rise to the fullest and finest development of our nature.

There is a haphazard sort of doing good, which is nothing but temperamental pleasure-seeking.