Every Man Remembers His Childhood As A

Men Do Not So Much Hate An Evil-doer, Or Evil Itself, As They Hate The Man Who Calls Evil By Its Real Name.

The Old Man, Especially If He Is In Society In The Privacy Of His Thoughts, Though He May Protest The Opposite, Never Stops Believing That, Through Some Singular Exception Of The Universal Rule, He Can In Some Unknown And Inexplicable Way Still Make An Impression On Women.

In All Climates, Under All Skies, Man's Happiness Is Always Somewhere Else.

Nothing In The World Is So Rare As A Person One Can Always Put Up With.

Of Men Eternally Dear! Happy Indeed If You Have Breathing-space From Pain: Blessed All The More If Death Should Heal You Of The Pain You Fear!