There are evil spirits who suddenly fix their abode in man's unguarded breast, causing us to commit devilish deeds, and then, hurrying back to their native hell, leave behind the stings of remorse in the poisoned bosom.
There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.
It is easy to give advice from a port of safety.
Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.
He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.
Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.