The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.

What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

How readily we wish time spent revoked, that we might try the ground again where once--through inexperience, as we now perceive--we missed that happiness we might have found!

A man renowned for repartee will seldom scruple to make free with friendship's finest feeling, will thrust a dagger at your breast, and say he wounded you in jest, by way of balm for healing.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.