austere and desolate,
holding a prophecy of doom.

It is not to our credit that women like best the men who are not as
other men, nor to theirs that they are not particular as to the nature
of the difference.

In the journey of life when thy shadow falls to the westward stop until
it falls to the eastward. Thou art then at thy destination.

Seek not for happiness--'tis known
To hope and memory alone;
At dawn--how bright the noon will be!
At eve--how fair it glowed, ah, me!

Brain was given to test the heart's credibility as a witness, yet the
philosopher's lady is almost as fine as the clown's wench.

"Who art thou, so sorrowful?"

"Ingratitude. It saddens me to look upon the devastations of
Benevolence."

"Then veil thine eyes, for I am Benevolence."

"Wretch! thou art my father and my mother."

Death is the only prosperity that we neither desire for ourselves nor
resent in others.

To the small part of ignorance that we can arrange and classify we give
the name Knowledge.

"I wish to enter," said the soul of the voluptuary.

"I am told that all the beautiful women are here."

"Enter," said Satan, and the soul of the voluptuary passed in.

"They make the place what it is," added Satan, as the gates clanged.

Woman would be more charming if one could fall into her arms without
falling into her hands.

Think not to atone for wealth by apology: you must make restitution to
the accuser.

Study good women and ignore the rest,
or he best knows the sex who knows the best.

Before undergoing a surgical operation arrange your temporal affairs.
You may live.

Intolerance is natural and logical, for in every dissenting opinion lies
an assumption of superior wisdom.

"Who art thou?" said Saint Peter at the Gate.

"I am known as Memory."

"What presumption!--go back to Hell. And who, perspiring friend, art
thou?"

"_My_ name is Satan. I am looking for----"

"Take your penal apparatus and be off."

And Satan, laying hold of Memory, said: "Come along, you scoundrel! you
make happiness wherever you are not."

Women of genius commonly have masculine faces, figures and manners. In
transplanting brains to an alien soil God leaves a little of the
original earth clinging to the roots.

The heels of Detection are sore from the toes of Remorse.

Twice we see Paradise. In youth we name it Life; in age, Youth.

There are but ten Commandments, true,
But t