But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
The bounds of a man's knowledge are easily concealed, if he has but prudence.
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.
Tenderness is a virtue.
A great source of calamity lies in regret and anticipation; therefore a person is wise who thinks of the present alone, regardless of the past or future.
As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.