There Is An Unseemly Exposure Of The

The English (it Must Be Owned) Are Rather A Foul-mouthed Nation.

First Impressions Are Often The Truest, As We Find (not Unfrequently) To Our Cost When We Have Been Wheedled Out Of Them By Plausible Professions Or Actions. A Man's Look Is The Work Of Years, It Is Stamped On His Countenance By The Events Of His Whole Life, Nay, More, By The Hand Of Nature, And It Is Not To Be Got Rid Of Easily.

From The Height From Which The Great Look Down On The World All The Rest Of Mankind Seem Equal.

Those Who Wish To Forget Painful Thoughts Do Well To Absent Themselves For A While From, The Ties And Objects That Recall Them; But We Can Be Said Only To Fulfill Our Destiny In The Place That Gave Us Birth.

Wit Is, In Fact, The Eloquence Of Indifference.