When You Doubt Your Power, You Give

Old Maids, Having Never Bent Their Temper Or Their Lives To Other Lives And Other Tempers, As Woman's Destiny Requires, Have For The Most Part A Mania For Making Everything About Them Bend To Them.

Sensuality Is The Death Of The Soul.

A Grocer Is Attracted To His Business By A Magnetic Force As Great As The Repulsion Which Renders It Odious To Artists.

Virtue In Women Is Perhaps A Question Of Temperament.

Nothing Is As Heady As The Wine Of Misfortune.