We are ourselves our happiness.
Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.
marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.
To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.