There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose

Men Think Highly Of Those Who Rise Rapidly In The World; Whereas Nothing Rises Quicker Than Dust, Straw, And Feathers.

Critics Are Already Made.

Let Us Have Wine And Women, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After.

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.

But At Sixteen The Conscience Rarely Gnaws So Much, As When We Call Our Old Debts In At Sixty Years, And Draw The Accounts Of Evil, And Find A Deuced Balance With The Devil.