Vivacity Is The Health Of The Spirit.

Love, According To Our Contemporary Poets, Is A Privilege Which Two Beings Confer Upon One Another, Whereby They May Mutually Cause One Another Much Sorrow Over Absolutely Nothing.

There Are Words Which Cut Like Steel.

Priests, Magistrates And Ladies Never Quite Take Off Their Gowns.

Glory Is A Poison, Good To Be Taken In Small Doses.

The Errors Of Women Spring, Almost Always, From Their Faith In The Good, Or Their Confidence In The True