The Young Have Aspirations That Never Come

It Was One Thing To Go To The End Of The World; It Was Quite Another Thing To Make Oneself At Home There. Even Respectability Seemed To Lose Some Of Its Virtue When One Practiced It In A Tent.

The Man Is A Common Murderer. A Common Murderer, Possible, But A Very Uncommon Cook.

Once A Female, Always A Female. Nature Is Not Always Infallible But She Always Abides By Her Mistakes.

The Young Have Aspirations That Never Come To Pass, The Old Have Reminiscences Of What Never Happened.

No One Can Be An Unbeliever Nowadays. The Christian Apologists Have Left One Nothing To Disbelieve.