Every woman is at heart a rake.

Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.

When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.

As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.