I Did Not Look For

The Faults Of Husbands Are Often Caused By The Excess Virtues Of Their Wives.

Never Touch A Butterfly's Wing With Your Finger.

It Is Wise To Apply The Oil Of Refined Politeness To The Mechanisms Of Friendship.

On The First Of May, With My Comrades Of The Catechism Class, I Laid Lilac, Chamomile And Rose Before The Altar Of The Virgin, And Returned Full Of Pride To Show My Blessed Posy. My Mother Laughed Her Irreverent Laugh And, Looking At My Bunch Of Flowers, Which Was Bringing The May-bug Into The Sitting-room Right Under The Lamp, She Said: Do You Suppose It Wasn't Already Blessed Before?

Jealousy Is Not At All Low, But It Catches Us Humbled And Bowed Down, At First Sight.