Smiles are the soul's kisses.
A fool bolts pleasure, then complains of moral indigestion.
Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt.
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.
We women take love too seriously. Men wish to be loved with laughter, not with sighing. So laugh, sweetheart, laugh, or soon you may be weeping.
That one woman is capable of loving another is an historical truth; but never yet lived one who could not listen to her own praises at the expense of her adored friend.