Good Befalls Us While We Sleep, Sometimes.

The Parisan, Sauntering The Streets Idly, Is As Often A Man In Despair As A Lounger.

To Man, Faith; To Woman, Doubt. She Bears The Heavier Burden. Does Not Woman Invariably Suffer For Two?

To Feel, To Love, To Suffer, To Devote Herself, Will Always Be The Text Of The Life Of Woman.

To Get A Traveling Salesman Drunk Is The Height Of Impossibility.

Perhaps It Is Only Human Nature To Inflict Suffering On Anything That Will Endure Suffering, Whether By Reason Of Its Genuine Humility, Or Indifference, Or Sheer Helplessness.