Illusion is the dust the devil throws in the eyes of the foolish.
The bride and groom-May their joys be as bright as the morning, and their sorrows but shadows that fade in the sunlight of love.
The difference between a saint and a hypocrite is that one lies for his religion, the other by it.
A fool bolts pleasure, then complains of moral indigestion.
To laughter! The bright coinage of the bank of good will.
Man proposes, woman forecloses.