What is wine? It is the grape present in another form; its essence is there, though the fruit which produced it grew thousands of miles away, and perished years ago. So the object of many a tender thought may be spiritually present, in defiance of space - and fond recollections cherished in defiance of time.

There's luck in odd numbers.

Too little is it considered, while we gaze on aristocratic beauty, how much good food, soft lying, warm wrapping, ease of mind, have to do with the attractions which command our admiration.

Better to be safe than sorry.

Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.

Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.