Politeness Is The Flower Of Humanity.

The Beautiful Invariably Possesses A Visible And A Hidden Beauty; And It Is Certain That No Style Is So Beautiful As That Which Presents To The Attentive Reader A Half-hidden Meaning.

In Order To Be Happy, Think Of The Ills You Have Been Spared.

Thoughts There Are, That Need No Embodying, No Form, No Expression. It Is Enough To Hint At Them Vaguely; A Word, And They Are Heard And Seen.

What Can You Possibly Add To A Mind That's Full, Especially One That's Full Of Itself.

Misery Is Almost Always The Result Of Thinking.