Shame Is The Dying Embers Of Virtue.

We Mingle In Society Not So Much To Meet Others As To Escape Ourselves.

Poverty Is One Of Them Kind Of Misfortunes That We All Of Us Dread But None Of Us Pity.

Young Widows Still Bide Their Time.

Clothes Form The Intellect Of The Dandy.

Put An Englishman Into The Garden Of Eden, And He Would Find Fault With The Whole Blasted Concern; Put A Yankee In, And He Would See Where He Could Alter It To Advantage; Put An Irishman In, And He Would Want To Boss The Thing; Put A Dutchman In, And He Would Proceed To Plant It.