The earth is a fertile womb bringing forth fruits for all. A few men claim they are G.o.d's first sons and take the crop.

There are women who breath forth intoxicating perfumes. The man who inhales them is in danger of great good or of great evil.

Nature, unheard, performs her greatest deeds.

Ingrat.i.tude is a tree whose fruit poisons the very air.

Many could make lye out of the cold ashes of their hopes.

Gather the blossoms daily--the frost may come at night.

Plant no flowers on the graves of those we have neglected in life.

Some men are not content so long as an unfinished crime remains.

Some men prefer the drudgery of the devil to the sleep of innocence.

Women are tempted to taste a little evil, just to know what it is like.

Every life leads up to a precipice, over which a few jump, the others tumble in and are lost.

We know that death is ever marching behind us but we never name the day when he will catch up.

To hunt for mischief is to catch disaster.

Even a sigh trembles through the universe.

Nature must love woman to fashion her so beautiful.

The chain of some men's fate must be made of adamant.

Revere the dust--it was the men and women of long ago.

The keenest blade in South Africa is made from Ralph iron.

He believed her an angel--married and found her only a woman.

A curled knot of snakes is not as deadly as the signature to a mortgage.

In London they no longer say, "Lend me your purse--but your name."

A painter's description of matrimony--

Introduction: the background.

Courtship: the middle ground.

Engagement: the foreground.

Marriage: the nude subject.

Kruger is the epitome of obsolete ideas and living force.

A bleating lamb in a great city is in greater danger than in the darkest wood.