We Take Our Colors, Chameleon-like, From Each

The New Friends Whom We Make After Attaining A Certain Age And By Whom We Would Fain Replace Those Whom We Have Lost, Are To Our Old Friends What Glass Eyes, False Teeth And Wooden Legs Are To Real Eyes, Natrual Teeth And Legs Of Flesh And Bone.

Marriage Follows On Love As Smoke On Flame.

Tragedy Has The Great Moral Defect Of Giving Too Much Importance To Life And Death.

Sometimes Apparent Resemblance Of Character Will Bring Two Men Together And For A Certain Time Unite Them. But Their Mistake Gradually Becomes Evident, And They Are Astonished To Find Themselves Not Only Far Apart, But Even Repelled, In Some Sort, At All Their Points Of Contact.

Woman's Weakness, Not Man's Merit, Oftenest Gains The Suitor's Victory.