It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow.

Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.

Good actions ennoble us, we are the sons of our own deeds.

Absence, that common cure of love.

Mere flimflam stories, and nothing but shams and lies.

Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be! -Miguel de Cervantes.