Familiarity Is The Root Of The Closest

Rumor, Once Started, Rushes On Like A River, Until It Mingles With, And Is Lost In The Sea.

There Are Men Who Gain From Their Wealth Only The Fear Of Losing It.

Cats Don't Caress Us-they Caress Themselves On Us.

The Subtle Sauce Of Malice Is Often Indulged In By Maidens Of Uncertain Age, Over Their Tea.

The Despotism Of Will In Ideas Is Styled Plan, Project, Character, Obstinacy; Its Despotism In Desires Is Called Passion.