A Woman Often Thinks She Regrets The

Clemency, Which We Make A Virtue Of, Proceeds Sometimes From Vanity, Sometimes From Indolence, Often From Fear, And Almost Always From A Mixture Of All Three.

The Older A Fool Is, The Worse He Is.

Nothing Is More Ridiculous In Old People That Were Once Good-looking, Than To Forget That They Are Not So Still.

Extreme Boredom Provides Its Own Antidote.

If It Were Not For Poetry, Few Men Would Ever Fall In Love.