A Scholar Knows No Boredom.

The Purer The Golden Vessel, The More Readily Is It Bent; The Higher Worth Of Woman Is Sooner Lost Than That Of Man.

Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The Head.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

Strong Characters Are Brought Out By Change Of Situation, And Gentle Ones By Permanence.