What A Thing Of Fantasy A Woman

Hatred Is The Vice Of Narrow Souls; They Feed It With All Their Littleness, And Make It The Pretext Of Base Tyrannies.

Incurable Wounds Are Those Inflicted By Tongue And Eye, By Mockery And Disdain.

Un Mari, Comme Un Gouvernement, Ne Doit Jamais Avouer De Faute. A Husband, Like A Government, Never Needs To Admit A Fault.

The Most Real Of All Splendors Are Not In Outward Things, They Are Within Us.

The Union Of A Want And A Sentiment.