I Hate All Men, The Ones Because

You Never See The Old Austerity That Was The Essence Of Civility; Young People Hereabouts, Unbridled, Now Just Want.

Those Whose Conduct Gives Room For Talk Are Always The First To Attack Their Neighbors.

I Have A Heart To Love All The World; And Like Alexander I Wish There Were Yet Other Worlds, So I Could Carry Even Further My Amorous Conquests.

And With His Arms Crossed He Looks Pityingly Down From His Spiritual Height On Everything That Anyone Says.

We Always Speak Well When We Manage To Be Understood.