Beauty is an exquisite flower, and its perfume is virtue.
Curses are like processions. They return to the place from which they came.
Fancy borrows much from memory, and so looks back to the past.
The teacher is like the candle which lights others in consuming itself.
Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains.
Husband and wife,--so much in common, how different in type! Such a contrast, and yet such harmony, strength and weakness blended together!