Modesty Is The Conscience Of The Body.

The Human Heart May Find Here And There A Resting-place Short Of The Highest Height Of Affection, But We Seldom Stop In The Steep, Downward Slope Of Hatred.

There Are Words Which Cut Like Steel.

The Man Who Enters His Wife's Dressing Room Is Either A Philosopher Or A Fool.

Men Are So Made That They Can Resist Sound Argument, And Yet Yield To A Glance.

The Wounds Of Self-love Turn Incurable When The Oxide Of Self-love Gets Into Them.