Jealousy Is Love Bed Of Burning Snarl.

God's Rarest Blessing Is, After All, A Good Woman!

Much Benevolence Of The Passive Order May Be Traced To A Disinclination To Inflict Pain Upon Oneself.

On A Starred Night Prince Lucifer Uprose, Tired Of His Dark Dominion Swung The Fiend . . . He Reached A Middle Height, And At The Stars, Which Are The Brain Of Heaven, He Looked, And Sank. Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

Perfect Simplicity Is Unconsciously Audacious.

Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of Her Breasts.