Shopping, True Feminine Felicity!

It Is Said That Ridicule Is The Test Of Truth; But It Is Never Applied Except When We Wish To Deceive Ourselves - When If We Cannot Exclude The Light, We Would Fain Draw The Curtain Before It. The Sneer Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be, That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.

So Much To Win, So Much To Lose, No Marvel That I Fear To Choose.

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.

Oh, Only Those Whose Souls Have Felt This One Idolatry Can Tell How Precious Is The Slightest Thing Affection Gives And Hallows.