Slang is the speech of him who robs the literary garbage carts on their
way to the dumps.
A woman died who had passed her life in affirming the superiority of her
sex. "At last," she said, "I shall have rest and honors." "Enter," said
Saint Peter; "thou shalt wash the faces of the dear little cherubim."
To woman a general truth has neither value nor interest unless she can
make a particular application of it. And we say that women are not
practical!
The ignorant know not the depth of their ignorance, but the learned know
the shallowness of their learning.
He who relates his success in charming woman's heart may be assured of
his failure to charm man's ear.
What poignant memories the shadows bring
What songs of triumph in the dawning ring!
By night a coward and by day a king.
When among the graves of thy fellows, walk with circumspection; thine
own is open at thy feet.
As the physiognomist takes his own face as the highest type and
standard, so the critic's theories are imposed by his own limitations.
"Heaven lies about us in our infancy," and our neighbors take up the
tale as we mature.
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