The vanity of shining in conversation is usually subversive of its own desires.
A disposition to dwell on the bright side...is like gold to its possessor.
There must be some mixture of happiness in everything but sin.
Prosperity, alas! is often but another name for pride.
Youth would be too happy, might it add to its own beauty and felicity the wisdom and experience of riper years. Were it possible for it to realize the worth of time, as life's receding hours reveal it, how rapidly would it press on towards perfection!
The soul of woman lives in love.