There Is No Applause That So Flatters

It Is The North Wind That Lashes Men Into Vikings; It Is The Soft, Luscious South Wind Which Lulls Them To Lotus Dreams.

A Little Scandal Is An Excellent Thing; Nobody Is Ever Brighter Or Happier Of Tongue Than When He Is Making Mischief Of His Neighbors.

Men Are Always Optimists When They Look Inwards, And Pessimists When They Look Round Them.

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

In A Few Generations More, There Will Probably Be No Room At All Allowed For Animals On The Earth: No Need Of Them, No Toleration Of Them. An Immense Agony Will Have Then Ceased, But With It There Will Also Have Passed Away The Last Smile Of The World's Youth.