For No One Does Life Drag More

With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It Not Black Ingratitude To Call The World A Place Of Sorrow And Torment?

I Would Rather Dwell In The Dim Fog Of Superstition Than In Air Rarefied To Nothing By The Air-pump Of Unbelief-in Which The Panting Breast Expires, Vainly And Convulsively Gasping For Breath.

Age Doesn't Matter, Unless Your Cheese.

Beauty Attracts Us Men; But If, Like An Armed Magnet It Is Pointed, Beside, With Gold And Silver, It Attracts With Tenfold Power.

In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The Head.