Clothes Form The Intellect Of The Dandy.

Pyrotechnically Considered, [laughing] Is The Fire-works Of The Soul.

Virtue Does Not Consist In The Absence Of The Passions, But In The Control Of Them.

There Never Yet Was A Mother Who Taught Her Child To Be An Infidel.

A Secret Ceases To Be A Secret If It Is Once Confided - It Is Like A Dollar Bill, Once Broken, It Is Never A Dollar Again.

Lying Is Like Trying To Hide In A Fog: If You Move About You're In Danger Of Bumping Your Head Against The Truth, And As Soon As The Fog Blows Off, You Are Gone Anyhow.