* * * *
For the light of beauty men go down into the darkest pits.
* * * * *
The smart of the lash soon dies--the memory of it never.
* * * * *
The meaner a man is, the meaner he not only feels but looks.
* * * * *
The greenest turf covers the blackest soil.
* * * * *
Only an earthquake can shake a selfish soul.
* * * * *
One woman-wolf is more to be dreaded than a den of lions.
* * * * *
There are women whose smile is poison, whose touch is death.
* * * * *
Bequeath your good deeds to memory, your bad deeds to oblivion.
* * * * *
Pity, as soft as feathered flakes of snow, whitens all it falls upon.
* * * * *
If we peep behind a curtain we may see the ghost of our own hopes
grinning at us.
* * * * *
The albatross, like a great soul, remains aloft without the flutter of a
feather.
* * * * *
My sovereign hope is the inate desire of the human heart that justice be
done.
* * * * *
Love is as much higher, than justice as is the tallest mountain above an
ant hill.
* * * * *
The people have so often been beguiled that now they refuse to believe
the truth.
* * * * *
Why is it that down hill is always greased?
* * * * *
A stain upon a woman's honour is indelible.
* * * * *
Insolence is brutal--arrogance, intolerable.
* * * * *
The seeds of ill grow best in the most sterile soil.
* * * * *
A heart pickled in gall cannot be called a sweetmeat.
* * * * *
The promise of eternal sleep is not sweet to a live man.
* * * * *
The most worthless woman is bought at the highest price.
* * * * *
A man can put away his wife but he cannot divorce a memory.
* * * * *
Many of our good intentions are so feeble, that like snow flakes, they
melt as they come.
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