A Woman Filled With Faith In The

A Monster Which Devours Everything - That Is Familiarity.

Those Who Spend Too Fast Never Grow Rich.

Creole Women Take After Europe In Their Intelligence, After The Tropics In The Illogical Violence Of Their Passions, And After The Indies In The Apathetic Indolence With Which They Commit Or Suffer Good And Evil.

Love, According To Our Contemporary Poets, Is A Privilege Which Two Beings Confer Upon One Another, Whereby They May Mutually Cause One Another Much Sorrow Over Absolutely Nothing.

What Saves The Virtue Of Many A Woman Is That Protecting God, The Impossible.