The Blessings Of Matrimony, Like Those Of

What Is Life? A Gulf Of Troubled Waters, Where The Soul, Like A Vexed Bark, Is Tossed Upon The Waves Of Pain And Pleasure By The Wavering Breath Of Passions.

Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links Of Existence.

Nothing Is So Fortunate For Mankind As Its Diversity Of Opinion.

Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.

There Is No Denying That There Are 'royal Roads' Through Existence For The Upper Classes; For Them, At Least, The Highways Are Macadamized, Swept, And Watered.