Law Is A Silvery Web

Coffee Falls Into The Stomach... Ideas Begin To Move, Things Remembered Arrive At Full Gallop... The Shafts Of Wit Start Up Like Sharp-shooters, Similes Arise, The Paper Is Covered With Ink...

Society Is No More Indulgent Than Was The God Of Genesis.

Neither The Passions Not Justice Nor Politics Nor The Great Social Forces Ever Consider The Victims They Strike.

Virtue In Women Is Perhaps A Question Of Temperament.

A Man's Own Vanity Is A Swindler That Never Lacks For A Dupe.