He who meanly admires mean things is a Snob.

Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated.

To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.

Alas! we are the sport of destiny.

Women are jealous of cigars... they regard them as a strong rival.

Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. Wait till you come to Forty Year.

Hint at the existence of wickedness in a light, easy, and agreeable manner, so that nobody's fine feelings may be offended.