Slang is the speech of him who robs the literary garbage carts on their way to the dumps.
A woman died who had passed her life in affirming the superiority of her sex.
"At last," she said, "I shall have rest and honors."
"Enter," said Saint Peter; "thou shalt wash the faces of the dear little cherubim."
To woman a general truth has neither value nor interest unless she can make a particular application of it. And we say that women are not practical!
The ignorant know not the depth of their ignorance, but the learned know the shallowness of their learning.
He who relates his success in charming woman's heart may be assured of his failure to charm man's ear.
What poignant memories the shadows bring;
What songs of triumph in the dawning ring!
By night a coward and by day a king.
When among the graves of thy fellows, walk with circumspection; thine own is open at thy feet.
As the physiognomist takes his own face as the highest type and standard, so the critic's theories are imposed by his own limitations.