Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains.
More people laugh at us than with us, however it may appear at the moment.
All papas and mammas have exactly that sort of sight which distinguishes objects at a distance clearly, while they need spectacles to see those under their very noses.
Selfishness, if but reasonably tempered with wisdom, is not such an evil trait.
Curses are like processions. They return to the place from which they came.
Stories first heard standing at a mother's knee, are never wholly forgotten, — a little spring that never quite dries up in our journey through scorching years.