Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre read more

Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre To cultivate the sense of the beautiful, is one of the most effectual ways of cultivating an appreciation of the divine goodness.

I started out with nothing. I still have most of it.

I started out with nothing. I still have most of it.

I desire not to desire, for my will is without value, since I am ignorant in any case. Therefore choose read more

I desire not to desire, for my will is without value, since I am ignorant in any case. Therefore choose Thou for me what thou knowest to be best and do not put my perdition in what my autonomy and free choice prefer.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other read more

She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other to virtue, is a much greater character than the ladies described in romance, whose whole occupation is to murder mankind with shafts from their quiver or their eyes.

Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.

Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles read more

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.

Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, while the heart of the fool is in the read more

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, while the heart of the fool is in the house of entertainment.