There Is Even The Dignity Of Vice.

The Woman Who Too Easily And Ardently Yielded Her Devotion Will Find That Its Vitality, Like A Bright Fire, Soon Consumes Itself.

To Lose One's Self In Reverie, One Must Be Either Very Happy, Or Very Unhappy. Reverie Is The Child Of Extremes.

Man Spends His Life In Reasoning On The Past, In Complaining Of The Present, In Fearing Future.

Youth Is Not The Era Of Wisdom; Let Us Therefore Have Due Consideration.

The Subtle Sauce Of Malice Is Often Indulged In By Maidens Of Uncertain Age, Over Their Tea.