Reading Brings Us Unknown Friends

Solitude Is Fine, But You Need Someone To Tell You That Solitude Is Fine.

The Human Heart May Find Here And There A Resting-place Short Of The Highest Height Of Affection, But We Seldom Stop In The Steep, Downward Slope Of Hatred.

True Love Is Mixed Up With Birdlike Squabbles, In Which The Disputants Wound Each Other To The Quick; But A Quarrel Without Animus Is, On The Contrary, Apiece Of Flattery To The Dupe's Conceit.

A Good Husband Is Never The First To Go To Sleep At Night Or The Last To Awake In The Morning.

Children, Dear And Loving Children, Can Alone Console A Woman For The Loss Of Her Beauty.