Solitude Terrifies The Soul At Twenty.

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

A Good Husband Be The Best Sort Of Plaster For To Cure A Young Woman's Ailments.

Birth Means Nothing Where There Is No Virtue.

When We Are Understood, We Always Speak Well, And Then All Your Fine Diction Serves No Purpose.

Ah, There Are No Longer Any Children!