Truth lives on in the midst of deception.

There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.

Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

It hinders the creative work of the mind if the intellect examines too closely the ideas as they pour in.

Love guides the stars towards each other, the world plan endures only through love.

Nothing leads to good that is not natural.

It may here be justly said, that genuine morality is preserved only in the school of adversity, and a state of continuous prosperity may easily prove a quicksand to virtue.