A Pipe Is A Pocket Philosopher,--a Truer

Familiarity Is A Magician That Is Cruel To Beauty But Kind To Ugliness.

Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood Of Art.

There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She Who Is Born A Beauty Is Half Married.

There Is No More Terrible Woe Upon Earth Than The Woe Of The Stricken Brain, Which Remembers The Days Of Its Strength, The Living Light Of Its Reason, The Sunrise Of Its Proud Intelligence, And Knows That These Have Passed Away Like A Tale That Is Told.

Take Hope From The Heart Of Man, And You Make Him A Beast Of Prey.