Genius Cannot Escape The Taint Of Its

It Is The North Wind That Lashes Men Into Vikings; It Is The Soft, Luscious South Wind Which Lulls Them To Lotus Dreams.

Truth Is A Rough, Honest, Helter-skelter Terrier That None Like To See Brought Into Their Drawing Rooms.

Could We See When And Where We Are To Meet Again, We Would Be More Tender When We Bid Our Friends Goodbye.

Familiarity Is A Magician That Is Cruel To Beauty But Kind To Ugliness.

I Have Met A Thousand Scamps; But I Never Met One Who Considered Himself So. Self-knowledge Isn't So Common.