In Smart Society Men Are Jealous Of

For Pain Is Perhaps But A Violent Pleasure? Who Could Determine The Point Where Pleasure Becomes Pain, Where Pain Is Still A Pleasure? Is Not The Utmost Brightness Of The Ideal World Soothing To Us, While The Lightest Shadows Of The Physical World Annoy?

Discouragement Is Of All Ages: In Youth It Is A Presentiment, In Old Age A Remembrance.

The Privilege Of Feeling At Home Everywhere Belongs Only To Kings, Wolves And Robbers.

Love Which Economizes Is Never True Love.

A Murderer Is Less Loathsome To Us Than A Spy. The Murderer May Have Acted On A Sudden Mad Impulse; He May Be Penitent And Amend; But A Spy Is Always A Spy, Night And Day, In Bed, At Table, As He Walks Abroad; His Vileness Pervades Every Moment Of His Life