If A Writer Wrote Merely For His

It Is God Who Makes Woman Beautiful, It Is The Devil Who Makes Her Pretty.

All Roads Are Blocked To A Philosophy Which Reduces Everything To The Word 'no.' To 'no' There Is Only One Answer And That Is 'yes.

There Is No Rapture In The Love Which Is Prompted By Esteem; Such Affection Is Lasting, Not Passionate.

It Is Only Barbarous Nations Who Have A Sudden Growth After A Victory

He Is The Best Gentleman That Is The Son Of His Own Deserts, And Not The Degenerated Heir Of Another's Virtue.