He who has the judge for his father goes into court with an easy mind.

The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.

Her father guarded her, and she guarded herself; for there are no padlocks, bolts, or bars, that secure a maiden better than her own reserve.

Until death it is all life.

The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.

When thou art at Rome, do as they do at Rome.

Whether it's the pot that hits the rock or the rock that hits the pot , it's the pot that will break every time