The religious man fears, the man of honor scorns, to do an ill action.
There is not a more pleasante exercise of the mind than gratitude.
Love, anger, pride and avarice all visibly move in those little orbs.
Among the several kinds of beauty, the eye takes most delight in colors.
I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the middle of Winter.
That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel?