There Are Few Sorrows In Which A

We Grow With Years More Fragile In Body, But Morally Stutter, And Can Throw Off The Chill Of A Bad Conscience Almost At Once.

There Are People Who, Like Houses, Are Beautiful In Dilapidation.

When They Come Downstairs From Their Ivory Towers, Idealists Are Very Apt To Walk Straight Into The Gutter.

I Might Give My Life For My Friend, But He Had Better Not Ask Me To Do Up A Parcel.

He Who Goes Against The Fashion Is Himself Its Slave