Equality may be the law, but no human power can install it.

What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.

When one of those skirt-bearing animals has set herself up above all by permitting herself to be deified, no power on earth can be as proud as she.

In all lands, sailors form a race apart. They profess a congenital contempt for landlubbers. As for the tradesman, he understands nothing of sailors nor cares a fig about them. He is content to rob them if he can.

Most women wish to feel that their spirit has been violated. Do they not, indeed, flatter themselves on never yielding save to force?

Let nothing dupe you! Such is the horrible maxim that acts as a solvent upon every noble feeling man experiences.

God reveals Himself, unfailingly, to the solitary, thoughtful seeker