Hypocrites Weep, And You Cannot Tell Their

Scandals Are Like Dandelion Seeds--they Are Arrow-headed, And Stick Where They Fall, And Bring Forth And Multiply Fourfold.

When You Talk Yourself, You Think How Witty, How Original, How Acute You Are; But When Another Does So, You Are Very Apt To Think Only - What A Crib From Rochefoucauld!

Dissimulation Is The Only Thing That Makes Society Possible; Without Its Amenities The World Would Be A Bear-garden.

Brussels Is A Gay Little City That Lies As Bright Within Its Girdle Of Woodland As Any Butterfly That Rests Upon Moss.

Even Of Death Christianity Has Made A Terror Which Was Unknown To The Gay Calmness Of The Pagan And The Stoical Repose Of The Indian.