Whoever Plays Deep Must Necessarily Lose His

In My Mind, There Is Nothing So Illiberal, And So Ill-bred, As Audible Laughter.

The Heart Never Grows Better By Age; I Fear Rather Worse; Always Harder.

Should You Be Unfortunate Enough To Have Vices, You May, To A Certain Degree, Even Dignify Them By A Strict Observance Of Decorum;at Least They Will Lose Something Of Their Natural Turpitude.

Women, Then, Are Only Children Of A Larger Growth

I Am Very Sure That Any Man Of Common Understanding May, By Culture, Care, Attention, And Labor, Make Himself What- Ever He Pleases, Except A Great Poet.