Who loses a day loses life.
In the highest civilization, the book is still the highest delight. He who has once known its satisfactions is provided with a resource against calamity.
A low self-love in the parent desires that his child should repeat his character and fortune.
Age, like woman, requires fit surroundings.
The remedy for all blunders, the cure of blindness, the cure of crime, is love.
Ah, if the rich were rich as the poor fancy riches.