Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle, Old Age a regret.
Talk to a man about himself and he will listen for hours.
There are few faces that can afford to smile: a smile is sometimes bewitching, in general vapid, often a contortion.
Ignorance never settles a question.
You behold a range of exhausted volcanoes. Not a flame flickers on a single pallid crest.
All is race; there is no other truth ,and every race must fall which carelessly suffers its blood to become mixed.