Love may be likened to a disease in this respect, that when it is denied a vent in one part, it will certainly break out in another; hence what a woman's lips often conceal, her eyes, her blushes, and many little involuntary actions betray.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

The devil take me, if I think anything but love to be the object of love.

Success is a fruit of slow growth.

There's one fool at least in every married couple.

Never trust the man who has reason to suspect that you know he hath injured you.

All nature wears one universal grin.