The World Is Governed By Love,--self-love.

Silence Never Yet Betrayed Any One!

True Felicity Consists Of Its Own Consciousness.

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.

The Subtle Sauce Of Malice Is Often Indulged In By Maidens Of Uncertain Age, Over Their Tea.

Indolence And Stupidity Are First Cousins.