Romances paint at full length people's wooing. But only give a bust of marriages.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.