See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?

Heiresses are never jilted.

Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.

Poetry is talking on tiptoe.

Chance works for us when we are good captains.

Speech is the small change of silence.

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend . . . He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.