In People's Eyes I Readpages Of Malice

Russian Ladies, For The Most Part, Cherish Only Platonic Love, Without Mingling Any Thought Of Matrimony With It; And Platonic Love Is Exceedingly Embarrassing.

We Survive On Novelty, So Much Less Demanding Than Commitment.

Happiness Comes The Way The Wind Blows.

One Should Never Spurn A Penitent Criminal: In His Despair He May Become Twice As Much A Criminal As Before.

Love, Like Fire, Goes Out Without Fuel.