A woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel, any day.

A woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel, any day.

Stop not, unthinking, every friend you meet To spin your wordy fabric in the street; While you are emptying your colloquial pack, The fiend Lumbago jumps upon his back.

Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

Every event that a man would master must be mounted on the run, and no man ever caught the reins of a thought except as it galloped past him.

The young man knows the rules, but the old man knows the exceptions.