Wishes, At Least, Are The

We Love Peace, As We Abhor Pusillanimity; But Not Peace At Any Price.

Wits, Like Drunken Men With Swords, Are Apt To Draw Their Steel Upon Their Best Acquaintances.

A Coquette Is Like A Recruiting Sergeant, Always On The Lookout For Fresh Victims.

Women, Somehow, Have The Same Fear Of Witty Men As Of Fireworks.

That Man Is Thought A Dangerous Knave, Or Zealot Plotting Crime, Who For Advancement Of His Kind Is Wiser Than His Time.