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A Feast Not Profuse But Elegant; More Of Salt [refinement] Than Of Expense.

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.

Though I Love My Country, I Do Not Love My Countrymen.

There's Music In The Sighing Of A Reed; There's Music In The Gushing Of A Rill; There's Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears; The Earth Is But The Music Of The Spheres.

A Woman Should Never Be Seen Eating Or Drinking, Unless It Be Lobster Salad And Champagne, The Only True Feminine And Becoming Viands.