Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
AARON HILLUnion of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
AARON HILLThe man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
AARON HILLShun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself–for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.
AARON HILLFirst, then, a woman will, or won’t, – depend on’t; If she will do’t, she will; and there’s an end on’t. But, if she won’t, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.
AARON HILLYouth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
AARON HILLThe man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
AARON HILLCourage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.
AARON HILLShame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.
AARON HILLCustoms form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
AARON HILLThere is no merit where there is no trial; and till experience stamps the mark of strength, cowards may pass for heroes, and faith for falsehood.
AARON HILLOrder, thou eye of action.
AARON HILLLet never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.
AARON HILLMan is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
AARON HILLDeceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them.
AARON HILLHide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature’s mark to know an honest heart by.
AARON HILLShe who means no mischief does it all.
AARON HILL