Chance Works For Us When We Are

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

She [comedy] It Is Who Proposes The Correcting Of Pretentiousness, Of Inflation, Of Dulness, And Of The Vestiges Of Rawness And Grossness To Be Found Among Us. She Is The Ultimate Civilizer, The Polisher, A Sweet Cook.

The Man Who Has No Mind Of His Own Lends It To The Priests.

A Witty Woman Is A Treasure; A Witty Beauty Is A Power.

Caricature Is Rough Truth.