Glory Is The Sunshine Of The Dead

Men Who Pay Their Tailors Never Amount To Anything, They Never Even Become Cabinet Ministers.

Excess Of Joy Is Harder To Bear Than Any Amount Of Sorrow.

Ah! The Soft Starlight Of Virgin Eyes.

When Women Love, They Forgive Everything...

Generally Our Confidences Move Downward Rather Than Upward; In Our Secret Affairs, We Employ Our Inferiors Much More Than Our Bettors.