True Wit, To Every Man, Is That

We Cannot Be Contented Because We Are Happy, And We Cannot Be Happy Because We Are Contented.

When A Woman Hath Ceased To Be Quite The Same To Us, It Matters Little How Different She Becomes.

Teach Him To Live Unto God And Unto Thee; And He Will Discover That Women, Like The Plants In Woods, Derive Their Softness And Tenderness From The Shade.

The Highest Price We Can Pay For Anything; Is To Ask It.

How Sweet And Sacred Idleness Is!