There is no knife that cuts so sharply and with such poisoned blade as treachery.

Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.

To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery.

You know the Ark of Israel and the calf of Belial were both made of gold. Religion has never yet changed the metal of her one adoration.

Charity in various guises is an intruder the poor see often; but courtesy and delicacy are visitants with which they are seldom honored.

The loss of our illusions is the only loss from which we never recover.

There is no knife that cuts so sharply and with such poisoned blade as treachery.