Women Read Each Other At A Single

Reason Is The Historian, But Passions Are The Actors.

Gold Like The Sun, Which Melts Wax, But Hardens Clay, Expands Great Souls.

Wrong Is Wrong; No Fallacy Can Hide It, No Subterfuge Cover It So Shrewdly But That The All-seeing One Will Discover And Punish It.

The Absolute Ruler May Be A Nero, But He Is Sometimes A Titus Or Marc Aurelius; The People Is Often Nero, But Never Marc Aurelius.

Rumor, Once Started, Rushes On Like A River, Until It Mingles With, And Is Lost In The Sea.