Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.

If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.

There is no such thing as perfect happiness.

Capture your reader, let him not depart, from dull beginnings that refuse to start

Punishment closely follows guilt as its companion.

Having no business of his own to attend to, he busies himself with the affairs of others.

Don't long for the unripe grape.