Sexes. One Has The Look Of A

Young Authors Give Their Brains Much Exercise And Little Food.

The Sound Of The Drum Drives Out Thought; For That Very Reason It Is The Most Military Of Instruments.

Sexes. One Has The Look Of A Wound, The Other Of Something Skinned.

In Temperance There Is Ever Cleanliness And Elegance.

There Is Always Some Frivolity In Excellent Minds; They Have Wings To Rise, But Also Stray.