Nearly All Men Die Of

The Absence Of The Beloved, Short Though It May Last, Always Lasts Too Long.

We Must Take The Good With The Bad; For The Good When It's Good, Is So Very Good That The Bad When It's Bad Can't Be Bad!

Wives Rarely Fuss About Their Beauty To Guarantee Their Mate's Affection.

I Hate All Men, The Ones Because They Are Mean And Vicious, And The Others For Being Complaisant With The Vicious Ones.

Solitude Terrifies The Soul At Twenty.