To Man, Faith; To Woman, Doubt. She

The Most Real Of All Splendors Are Not In Outward Things, They Are Within Us.

I Prefer Thought To Action, An Idea To A Transaction, Contemplation To Activity.

A Woman In The Depths Of Despair Proves So Persuasive That She Wrenches The Forgiveness Lurking Deep In The Heart Of Her Lover. This Is All The More True When That Woman Is Young, Pretty, And So Decollete As To Emerge From The Neck Of Her Gown In The Costume Of Eve.

There Is A Cure For Temptation. What? Yielding To It.

We Must Certainly Acknowledge That Solitude Is A Fine Thing; But It Is A Pleasure To Have Some One Who Can Answer, And To Whom We Can Say, From Time To Time, That Solitude Is A Fine Thing.