Love Is Often The Fruit Of Marriage.

The Trees That Are Slow To Grow Bear The Best Fruit.

Grammar, Which Knows How To Lord It Over Kings, And With High Hands Makes Them Obey Its Laws.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush.

The World, Dear Agnes, Is A Strange Affair.

The Road Is A Long One From The Projection Of A Thing To Its Accomplishment.