Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

There Is No Influence Like The Influence Of Habit.

It's The People Who Try To Be Clever Who Never Are; The People Who Are Clever Never Think Of Trying To Be.

That Which Is Loved May Pass, But Love Hath No End.

She Belongs To A Race Of Delightful Women, Who Never Do Any Harm, Whom Everybody Calls Good, And Who Are Very Severe On Those Who Do Not Pretend To Be Good.

Imagination Is At The Root Of Much That Passes For Love.