Great Minds Always Tend To See Virtue

A Rent In Your Clothes Is A Mishap, A Stain On Them Is A Vice.

Conscience Is A Cudgel Which All Men Pick Up In Order To Thwack Their Neighbors Instead Of Applying It To Their Own Shoulders.

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

Many Men Are Deeply Moved By The Mere Semblance Of Suffering In A Woman; They Take The Look Of Pain For A Sign Of Constancy Or Of Love.

Hatred Is The Vice Of Narrow Souls; They Feed It With All Their Littleness, And Make It The Pretext Of Base Tyrannies.