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Caricature is rough truth.
Heiresses are never jilted.
Poetry is talking on tiptoe.
Kissing don't last: cookery do!
Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.
As we to the brutes, poets are to us.
The well of true wit is truth itself.
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.
Speech is the small change of silence.
Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
Bring the army of the faithful through.
We are betrayed by what is false within
O have a care of natures that are mute!
That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!
My religion of life is always to be cheerful.
Woman's reason is in the milk of her breasts.
Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.
Chance works for us when we are good captains.
She poured a little social sewage into his ears.
Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.
The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay.
God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!
Don't just count your years, make your years count.
We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.
It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him
What a woman thinks of women is the test of her nature.
The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.
I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
Always imitate the behavior of the winners when you lose.
Always imitate the behaviour of the winners when you lose.
Full lasting is the song, though he, / The singer, passes.
Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life.
Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.
The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.
The man who has no mind of his own lends it to the priests.
I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
There is nothing the body suffers the soul may not profit by.
Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.
There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.
And if I drink oblivion of a day, / So shorten I the stature of my soul.
The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.
Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.
Swift doth young Love flee, And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream.
Behold the life at ease; it drifts, The sharpened life commands its course.
What a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life!
Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.
Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.
Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul when hot for certainties in this our life!