What Humbugs We Are, Who Pretend To

Married Women Are Kept Women, And Theyare Beginning To Find It Out.

Youth Is The Time For Adventures Of The Body, But Age For The Triumphs Of The Mind.

The Word Snob Belongs To The Sour-grape Vocabulary.

It Is The Dread Of Something Happening, Something Unknown And Dreadful, That Makes Us Do Anything To Keep The Flicker Of Talk From Dying Out.

Fine Writers Should Split Hairs Together, And Sit Side By Side, Like Friendly Apes, To Pick The Fleas From Each Others Fur.