Certainly it is no shame to a man that he should be as nice about his country as his sweetheart, yet it would not be wise to hold everyone an enemy who could not see her with our own enchanted eyes.

Taste is the next gift to genius.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it.

That best academy, a mother's knee.

I don't believe in princerple, But oh I du in interest.