Thought Is The Labor Of The Intellect,

Often When We Think We Are Knotting One Thread, We Are Tying Quite Another.

When Grace Combines With Wrinkles, It Is Admirable. There Is An Indescribable Light Of Dawn About Intensely Happy Old Age. . . . The Young Person Is Handsome, But The Old, Superb.

Table Talk And Lovers' Talk Equally Elude The Grasp; Lovers' Talk Is Clouds, Table Talk Is Smoke.

The Man Who Fights Against His Own Country Is Never A Hero.

Joy Is The Reflex Of Terror.