Study lends a kind of enchantment to all our surroundings.

Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Wit needs leisure, and certain inequalities of position

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.