A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man. |
It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations. |
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own. |
Reflect upon your present blessings, of which every man has plenty; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. |
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade. |
Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human nature. |
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away. |
My advice is to never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time. |
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts. |
We need never be ashamed of our tears. |