Christian Nestell Boveewas an epigrammatic New York writer. He was born in New York City... (wikipedia)
Contentment is not happiness. An oyster may be contented. Happiness is compounded of richer elements.
Beauty can afford to laugh at distinctions: it is itself the greatest distinction.
Great warriors, like great earthquakes, are principally remembered for the mischief they have done.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
To vindicate the sanctity of human life by taking it is an outrage upon reason. The spectacle of a human being dangling at the end of a gallows-rope is a degradation of humanity.
Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection, these are love's pretty ingredients for a kiss.
Without death in the world, existence in it would soon become, through over-population, the most frightful of curses.
We give our best affections to the beautiful, only our second best to the useful.
Our first and last love is self-love.
Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.