If There Is A Fruit That Can

I Gather From A Lawyer That There Was A Rehearsal Yesterday. We Haven't A Hope. I Know The Presiding Judge Too: I've Had The Misfortune To Sleep With His Wife. He Was Specially Picked.

A Woman Who Writes Commits Two Sins; She Increases The Number Of Books, And Decreases The Number Of Women.

We Can Invent Only With Memory.

If Women Only Knew The Extent Of Their Power!

Almost Every One Flatters Himself That He And His Are Exceptionable.