Infidelity, Like Death, Admits Of No Degrees.

There Is Only One Proper Way To Wear A Beautiful Dress: To Forget You Are Wearing It.

Instinct Is The Nose Of The Mind.

Business Is Other People's Money.

For Ages Happiness Has Been Represented As A Huge Precious Stone, Impossible To Find, Which People Seek For Hopelessly. It Is Not So; Happiness Is A Mosaic, Composed Of A Thousand Little Stones, Which Separately And Of Themselves Have Little Value, But Which United With Art Form A Graceful Design.

Proof That They Do Not Understand The Republic Is That In Their Fine Promises For Universal Suffrage, They Forgot Women.