A Garden Was The Primitive Prison, Till

We Are Ashamed At The Sight Of A Monkey--somehow As We Are Shy Of Poor Relations.

We Grow Gray In Our Spirit Long Before We Grow Gray In Our Hair.

Man, While He Loves, Is Never Quite Depraved.

How Sickness Enlarges The Dimensions Of A Man's Self To Himself! Supreme Selfishness Is Inculcated Upon Him As His Only Duty.

A Pun Is Not Bound By The Laws Which Limit Nicer Wit. It Is A Pistol Let Off At The Ear; Not A Feather To Tickle The Intellect.