Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.

Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!

The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength in heaven.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

I have unlearned contempt; it is a sin that is engendered earliest in the soul, and doth beset it like a poison worm feeding on all its beauty.

A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.

Some noble spirits mistake despair for content.