Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst

The German Language Is The Organ Among The Languages.

A Woman Who Could Always Love Would Never Grow Old; And The Love Of Mother And Wife Would Often Give Or Preserve Many Charms If It Were Not Too Often Combined With Parental And Conjugal Anger. There Remains In The Face Of Women Who Are Naturally Serene And Peaceful, And Of Those Rendered So By Religion, An After-spring, And Later An After-summer, The Reflex Of Their Most Beautiful Bloom.

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

The Guardian Angels Of Life Sometimes Fly So High As To Be Beyond Our Sight, But They Are Always Looking Down Upon Us.