There Are Some Who Speak One Moment

The First Day One Is A Guest, The Second A Burden, And The Third A Pest.

False Modesty Is The Refinement Of Vanity. It Is A Lie.

The Most Exquisite Pleasure Is Giving Pleasure To Others.

A Simple Garb Is The Proper Costume Of The Vulgar; It Is Cut For Them, And Exactly Suits Their Measure, But It Is An Ornament For Those Who Have Filled Up Their Lives With Great Deeds. I Liken Them To Beauty In Dishabille, But More Bewitching On That Account.

Grief That Is Dazed And Speechless Is Out Of Fashion: The Modern Woman Mourns Her Husband Loudly And Tells You The Whole Story Of His Death, Which Distresses Her So Much That She Forgets Not The Slightest Detail About It.