Children Are What The Mothers

There Is No Eloquence Which Does Not Agitate The Soul.

The Vain Poet Is Of The Opinion That Nothing Of His Can Be Too Much: He Sends To You Basketful After Basketful Of Juiceless Fruit, Covered With Scentless Flowers.

The Foundation Of Domestic Happiness Is Faith In The Virtue Of Woman.

Friendship May Sometimes Step A Few Paces In Advance Of Truth.

You Should Indeed Have Longer Tarried By The Roadside Before You Married.