A Woman Only Can Understand A Woman.

Truly, A Little Love-making Is A Very Pleasant Thing.

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past, What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last?

English People ... Never Speak, Excepting In Cases Of Fire Or Murder, Unless They Are Introduced.

Youth, Balancing Itself Upon Hope, Is Forever In Extremes: Its Expectations Are Continually Aroused Only To Be Baffled, And Disappointment, Like A Summer Shower, Is Violent In Proportion To Its Brevity.

Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.