Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit. |
Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit. |
The chain of wedlock is so heavy that it takes two to carry it - sometimes three |
The custom and fashion of today will be the awkwardness and outrage of tomorrow - so arbitrary are these transient laws |
The mother is only really the mistress of her daughter upon the condition of continually representing herself to her as a model of wisdom and type of perfection |
The religious annals of the South are nothing more than a double entry ledger kept by fanaticism with death, with the blood of Protestants entered on one side, and of Catholics on the other |
The same thing is happening to me as happens to people in dreams when they see and feel a wound but can't remember having received it. |
There is nothing more galling to angry people than the coolness of those on whom they wish to vent their spleen |
True love always makes a man better, no matter what woman inspires it |