Hypocrites Weep, And You Cannot Tell Their

Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It Smells Sweet To Those In Whose Hand It Is Strong.

Love Is Cruel As The Grave.

[on Christianity:] Its Lip-service And Its Empty Rites Have Made It The Easiest Of All Tasks For The Usurer To Cloak His Cruelties, The Miser To Hide His Avarice, The Lawyer To Condone His Lies, The Sinner Of All Social Sins To Purchase The Social Immunity From Them By Outward Deference To Churches.

Fame Nowadays Is Little Else But Notoriety.

There Is No Knife That Cuts So Sharply And With Such Poisoned Blade As Treachery.