It Requires A Long Time

In The Night All Cats Are Gray.

Every Dog Has His Day.

I Follow A More Easy, And, In My Opinion, A Wiser Course, Namely--to Inveigh Against The Levity Of The Female Sex, Their Fickleness, Their Double-dealing, Their Rotten Promises, Their Broken Faith, And, Finally, Their Want Of Judgment In Bestowing Their Affections.

Lovers Are Commonly Industrious To Make Themselves Uneasy.

Too Much Sanity May Be Madness And The Maddest Of All, To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.