At Fifteen, Neither Beauty Nor Talent Exist:

A Year At The Breast Is Quite Enough; Children Who Are Suckled Longer Are Said To Grow Stupid, And I Am All For Popular Sayings.

The World Will Avenge Itself Upon All Happiness In Which It Has No Share.

When A Woman Starts Talking About Her Duty, Her Regard For Appearances, And Her Respect For Religion, She Raises So Many Bulwarks Which She Delights To See Captured By Storm.

In A World Of Hunchbacks, A Fine Figure Becomes A Monstrosity.

When We Drink Coffee, Ideas March In Like The Army