Wit Is Better As A Seasoning Than

It Is The Passion That Is In A Kiss That Gives To It Its Sweetness; It Is The Affection In A Kiss That Sanctifies It.

Satire Is An Abuse Of Wit. It Corrects Few Evils.

The Body Of A Sensualist Is The Coffin Of A Dead Soul.

Without Death In The World, Existence In It Would Soon Become, Through Over-population, The Most Frightful Of Curses.

In The Assurance Of Strength There Is Strength; And They Are The Weakest, However Strong, Who Have No Faith In Themselves Or Their Powers.