Woman's reason is in the milk of her breasts.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.

I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.

Sentimentalists are they who seek to enjoy without incurring the Immense Debtorship for a thing done.