The Dog Is The God Of Frolic.

Some Have Supposed That The Mosquito Is Of A Devout Turn, And Never Will Partake Of A Meal Without First Saying Grace. The Devotions Of Some Men Are But A Preface To Blood-sucking.

We Cannot Have Right Virtue Without Right Conditions.

A Dull Ax Never Loves Grindstones.

Our Life Is In The Loom; It Rolls Up And Is Hidden As Fast As It Is Woven. It Is To Be Taken Out Of The Loom Only When We Leave This World; Then Only Shall We See The Pattern.

A Woman's Pity Often Opens The Door To Love.