We Moralize Among Ruins.

Principle Is Ever My Motto, No Expediency.

What We Call The Heart Is A Nervous Sensation, Like Shyness, Which Gradually Disappears In Society. It Is Fervent In The Nursery, Strong In The Domestic Circle, Tumultuous At School.

A Sophisticated Rhetorician, Inebriated With The Exuberance Of His Own Verbosity.

She Is An Excellent Creature, But She Can Never Remember Which Came First, The Greeks Or The Romans.

No One But An Adventurous Traveler Can Know The Luxury Of Sleep.