We Cannot Confront Solitude Without Moral Resources.

I Do Not Regard A Broker As A Member Of The Human Race.

At Thirty Years A Woman Asks Her Lover To Give Her Back The Esteem She Has Forfeited For His Sake; She Lives Only For Him, Her Thoughts Are Full Of His Future, He Must Have A Great Career, She Bids Him Make It Glorious; She Can Obey, Entreat, Command, Humble Herself, Or Rise In Pride; Times Without Number She Brings Comfort When A Young Girl Can Only Make Moan.

Some Day You Will Find Out That There Is Far More Happiness In Another's Happiness Than In Your Own.

Those Sweetly Smiling Angels With Pensive Looks, Innocent Faces, And Cash-boxes For Hearts.

Marriage Must Incessantly Contend With A Monster That Devours Everything: Familiarity.