Winter Is The Night Of Vegetation.

A Mother Is The Best Friend God Ever Gave.

There Would Not Be So Much Harm In The Giddy Following The Fashions, If Somehow The Wise Could Always Set Them.

Tears Are Nature's Lotion For The Eyes. The Eyes See Better For Being Washed By Them.

There Are Ceremonious Bows That Repel One Like A Cudgel.

Like The Withered Roses Of A Once Gay Garland, The Feelings Of Youth Command In Age A Melancholy Interest.