Love looketh from the eye, and kindleth love by looking.

Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, and half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings of sleep.

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.

Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought.

It is well to lie fallow for a while.

A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.

Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.