No Ashes Are Lighter Than Those Of

If In Argument We Can Make A Man Angry With Us, We Have Drawn Him From His Vantage Ground And Overcome Him.

I See The Rainbow In The Sky, The Dew Upon The Grass; I See Them, And I Ask Not Why They Glimmer Or They Pass. With Folded Arms I Linger Not To Call Them Back; 'twere Vain: In This, Or In Some Other Spot, I Know They'll Shine Again.

Cats Like Men Are Flatterers.

And Modesty, Who, When She Goes, Is Gone For Ever.

Cruelty Is The Highest Pleasure To The Cruel Man; It Is His Love.