Women, Somehow, Have The Same Fear Of

A Man Is In No Danger So Long As He Talks His Love; But To Write It Is To Impale Himself On His Own Pothooks.

Malice Blunts The Point Of Wit.

If Slander Be A Snake, It Is A Winged One - It Flies As Well As Creeps.

Earth Is Here So Kind, That Just Tickle Her With A Hoe And She Laughs With A Harvest.

Women, Somehow, Have The Same Fear Of Witty Men As Of Fireworks.