Marriage is the best state for man in general, and every man is a worst man in proportion to the level he is unfit for marriage.
Some have little power to do good, and have likewise little strength to resist evil.
In a Man's Letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirrour of his breast.
Languages are the pedigree of nations.
A vow is a snare for sin
Gayety is to good-humor as perfumes to vegetable fragrance: the one overpowers weak spirits; the other recreates and revives them.