Beauty is an exquisite flower, and its perfume is virtue.
Curses are like processions. They return to the place from which they came.
The perception of the beautiful is gradual, and not a lightning revelation; it requires not only time, but some study.
Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains.
Fancy borrows much from memory, and so looks back to the past.
Husband and wife,--so much in common, how different in type! Such a contrast, and yet such harmony, strength and weakness blended together!