Grammar, Which Knows How To Control Even

The More We Love Our Friends, The Less We Flatter Them; It Is By Excusing Nothing That Pure Love Shows Itself.

There's A Sort Of Decency Among The Dead, A Remarkable Discretion: You Never Find Them Making Any Complaint Against The Doctor Who Killed Them!

He Who Follows His Lessons Tastes A Profound Peace, And Looks Upon Everybody As A Bunch Of Manure.

Grammar, Which Knows How To Lord It Over Kings, And With High Hands Makes Them Obey Its Laws.

Hypocrisy Is A Fashionable Vice, And All Fashionable Vices Pass For Virtue.