It Is By Women That Nature Writes

There 's Nothing Like Being Used To A Thing.

A Tale Of Scandal Is As Fatal To The Credit Of A Prudent Lady As A Fever Is Generally To Those Of The Strongest Constitutions. But There Is A Sort Of Puny, Sickly Reputation, That Is Always Ailing, Yet Will Wither The Robuster Characters Of A Hundred Prudes.

Nothing Keeps Me In Such Awe As Perfect Beauty; Now, There Is Something Consoling And Encouraging In Ugliness.

The Heart That Is Conscious Of Its Own Integrity Is Ever Slow To Credit Another´s Treachery.

Date Not The Life Which Thou Hast Run By The Mean Of Reckoning Of The Hours And Days, Which Though Hast Breathed: A Life Spent Worthily Should Be Measured By A Nobler Line, - By Deeds, Not Years.