In The First Woman We Love, We

Envy Lurks At The Bottom Of The Human Heart Like A Viper In Its Hole.

When There Is An Old Maid In The House, A Watchdog Is Unnecessary.

In All Lands, Sailors Form A Race Apart. They Profess A Congenital Contempt For Landlubbers. As For The Tradesman, He Understands Nothing Of Sailors Nor Cares A Fig About Them. He Is Content To Rob Them If He Can.

Admiration Bestowed Upon Any One But Ourselves Is Always Tedious.

The Man Whom Fate Employs To Awaken Love In The Heart Of A Young Girl Is Often Unaware Of His Work And Therefore Leaves It Uncompleted.