Mules And Human Jackasses Are Proverbially Stubborn.

A Temperate Anger Has Virtue In It.

People Have No Right To Make Fools Of Themselves, Unless They Have No Relations To Blush For Them.

Contentment Is, After All, Simply Refined Indolence.

Fact Is Stranger Than Fiction.

There Is The Kiss Of Welcome And Of Parting, The Long, Lingering, Loving, Present One; The Stolen, Or The Mutual One; The Kiss Of Love, Of Joy, And Of Sorrow; The Seal Of Promise And Receipt Of Fulfillment.