Life, The Permission To Know Death.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

The Very Condition Of Woman Is So Subject To Hazard, So Complex, And So Grievous, That To Place Her At One Moment Is But To Displace Her At The Next.

If Helen Of Troy Could Have Been Seen Eating Peppermints Out Of A Paper Bag, It Is Highly Probable That Her Admirers Would Have Been An Entirely Different Class.it Is The Thing You Are Found Doing While The Horde Looks On That You Shall Be Loved For - Or Ignored.

Why Is It That Whenever I Hear Music I Think I’m A Bride?

Love Is The First Lie; Wisdom The Last.