Love is a second life; it grows into the soul, warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.

It is always to be understood that a lady takes all you detract from the rest of her sex to be a gift to her.

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.

One should take good care not to grow too wise for so great a pleasure of life as laughter.

Love is a second life; it grows into the soul, warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.

Riches are apt to betray a man into arrogance.

The unassuming youth seeking instruction with humility gains good fortune.