No Real English Gentleman, In His Secret

In The Faculty Of Writing Nonsense, Stupidity Is No Match For Genius.

Our Law Very Often Reminds One Of Those Outskirts Of Cities Where You Cannot For A Long Time Tell How The Streets Come To Wind About In So Capricious And Serpent-like A Manner. At Last It Strikes You That They Grew Up, House By House, On The Devious Tracks Of The Old Green Lanes; And If You Follow On To The Existing Fields, You May Often Find The Change Half Complete.

Life Is A School Of Probability.

The Ethiop Gods Have Ethiop Lips, Bronze Cheeks, And Woolly Hair; The Grecian Gods Are Like The Greeks, As Keen-eyed, Cold And Fair.

Nothing Is More Unpleasant Than A Virtuous Person With A Mean Mind.