The Language Of Women Should Be Luminous,

Malice Blunts The Point Of Wit.

Wits, Like Drunken Men With Swords, Are Apt To Draw Their Steel Upon Their Best Acquaintances.

Slugs Crawl And Crawl Over Our Cabbages, Like The World's Slander Over A Good Name. You May Kill Them, It Is True; But There Is The Slime.

A Man Never So Beautifully Shows His Own Strength As When He Respects A Woman's Softness.

He Who Owns The Soil, Owns Up To The Sky.