Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.
You send your child to the schoolmaster, but 'tis the schoolboys who educate him. You send him to the Latin class, but much of histuition comes, on his way to school, from the shop- windows.
All loss, all pain, is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt.
Women, as most susceptible, are the best index of the coming hour.
Beauty is the mark God sets upon virtue.
Nature suffers nothing to remain in her kingdom which cannot help itself.