Happiness is not a state to arrive at, rather, a manner of traveling. >>
As to the rout that is made about people who are ruined by extravaganc >>
The chains of habit are generally too week to be felt, until they are >>
Home is where there's one to love us. >>
If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: >>
There is no sanctuary of virtue like home. >>
It is, indeed, at home that every man must be known by those who would make a just estimate either of his virtue or felicity; for smiles and embroidery are alike occasional, and the mind is often dressed for show in painted honor, and fictitious benevolence.