The Loss Of Our Illusions Is The

Woman Already Controls By Not Seeming To Do So. Talk No More Of Her Rights.

A Cruel Story Runs On Wheels, And Every Hand Oils The Wheels As They Run.

A Pipe Is A Pocket Philosopher,--a Truer One Than Socrates, For It Never Asks Questions. Socrates Must Have Been Very Tiresome, When One Thinks Of It.

I Have Met A Thousand Scamps; But I Never Met One Who Considered Himself So. Self-knowledge Isn't So Common.

It Is A Kind Of Blindness--poverty. We Can Only Grope Through Life When We Are Poor, Hitting And Maiming Ourselves Against Every Angle.