According to the saying of an ancient philosopher, one should eat to live, and not live to eat
Grammar, which can govern even Kings.
There is no praise to bear the sort that you put in your pocket.
A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?
Innocence is not accustomed to blush.