As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.
A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.
Against stupidity, God Himself fights in vain.
Innocence has a friend in heaven.
Honor women! they entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.
There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.