Love, Like Destiny, Loves Surprises.

When We Leave Society And Come Into The Presence Of Nature, We Become Children Again; And The Fictions Of Thought And Action Assumed Among Men Drop Off Like A Garment.

One Should Not Run On A New Road.

A Good Message Will Always Find A Messenger.

... The Evil That Comes Out Of Your Lips, Into Your Own Bosom Will Fall.

The Matrimonial Shoe Pinches Me.