There Are Women Who Never Had An

Old Age Is A Tyrant, Who Forbids, Under Pain Of Death, The Pleasures Of Youth.

It Seems That Nature, Which Has So Wisely Disposed Our Bodily Organs With A View To Our Happiness, Has Also Bestowed On Us Pride, To Spare Us The Pain Of Being Aware Of Our Imperfections.

All Men Are Equally Proud. The Only Difference Is That Not All Take The Same Methods Of Showing It.

It Is Easier To Appear Worthy Of A Position One Does Not Hold, Than Of The Office Which One Fills.

It Is With True Love As It Is With Ghosts; Everyone Talks About It, But Few Have Seen It.