Some People Are Born To

No Roman Ever Was Able To Say, 'i Dined Last Night With The Borgias'.

Women Who Love The Same Man Have A Kind Of Bitter Freemasonry.

Every Kind Of Writing Is Hypocritical.

The Dullard's Envy Of Brilliant Men Is Always Assuaged By The Suspicion That They Will Come To A Bad End.

A Crowd, Proportionately To Its Size, Magnifies All That In Its Units Pertains To The Emotions, And Diminishes All That In Them Pertains To Thought.