How Natural It Is To Destroy What

A Woman's Sentimental Monkeyshines Will Always Deceive Her Lover, Who Invariably Waxes Ecstatic Where Her Husband Necessarily Shrugs His Shoulders.

If Those Who Are The Enemies Of Innocent Amusements Had The Direction Of The World, They Would Take Away The Spring, And Youth, The Former From The Year, The Latter From Human Life.

Neither The Passions Not Justice Nor Politics Nor The Great Social Forces Ever Consider The Victims They Strike.

Old Men Are Prone To Invest The Futures Of Young Men With Their Own Past Sorrows.

Emulation Is Not Rivalry. Emulation Is The Child Of Ambition; Rivalry Is The Unlovable Daughter Of Envy.