It Is A Singular Fact

The Habits Of Life Form The Soul, And The Soul Forms The Physical Presence.

The Parisan, Sauntering The Streets Idly, Is As Often A Man In Despair As A Lounger.

At Fifteen, Neither Beauty Nor Talent Exist: A Woman Is All Promise.

The Response Man Has The Greatest Difficulty In Tolerating Is Pity, Especially When He Warrants It. Hatred Is A Tonic, It Makes One Live, It Inspires Vengeance, But Pity Kills, It Makes Our Weakness Weaker.

Temperament Is The Thermometer Of Character.