Fortune, Like A Coy Mistress, Loves To

Music Is The Fourth Great Material Want, First Food, Then Clothes, Then Shelter, Then Music.

The Finest Compliment That Can Be Paid To A Woman Of Sense Is To Address Her As Such.

In Politics, Merit Is Rewarded By The Possessor Being Raised, Like A Target, To A Position To Be Fired At.

The Extent Of Poverty In The World Is Much Exaggerated. Our Sensitiveness Makes Half Our Poverty; Our Fears--anxieties For Ills That Never Happen--a Greater Part Of The Other Half.

To Quote Copiously And Well, Requires Taste, Judgment, And Erudition, A Feeling For The Beautiful, An Appreciation Of The Noble, And A Sense Of The Profound.