There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity. |
There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity. |
There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard |
There is nothing in England that exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavour of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more home-bred, social, and joyous than at present. |
There is one in the world who feels for him who is sad a keener pang than he feels for himself; there is one to whom reflected joy is better than that which comes direct; there is one who rejoices in another’s honor, more than in any which is one’s own. |
They who drink beer will think beer. |
They who drink beer will think beer. |
Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home. |
Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old |
Who ever hears of fat men heading a riot, or herding together in turbulent mobs? No -- no, your lean, hungry men who are continually worrying society, and setting the whole community by the ears. |
Young lawyers attend the courts not because they have business there but because they have no business anywhere else |
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; a mother's secret hope outlives them all! |