But Woman Brings Disorder Into Society Through

Nothing Is A Greater Impediment To Being On Good Terms With Others Than Being Ill At Ease With Yourself.

Love Passes Quickly, And Passes Like A Street Arab, Anxious To Mark His Way With Mischief.

Remorse Is Impotence, Impotence Which Sins Again. Repentance Alone Is Powerful; It Ends All.

Admiration Bestowed Upon Any One But Ourselves Is Always Tedious.

Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness Of Soul.