Our Most Natural Feelings Are Those We

Women Are Happy To Possess A Man Whom All Women Covet.

Foppery, Being The Chronic Condition Of Women, Is Not So Much Noticed As It Is When It Breaks Out On The Person Of The Male Bird.

Men Die In Despair, While Spirits Die In Ecstasy.

Intuition, Like The Rays Of The Sun, Acts Only In An Inflexibly Straight Line; It Can Guess Right Only On Condition Of Never Diverting Its Gaze; The Freaks Of Chance Disturb It.

For A Sick Man The World Begins At His Pillow And Ends At The Foot Of His Bed.