A Woman's Fame Is The Tomb Of

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.[to Feel Unhappy You Need The Time To Consider How Your Lot Could Be Better]

The Fearless Make Their Own Way.

If There Be Any One Habit Which More Than Another Is The Dry Rot Of All That Is High And Generous In Youth, It Is The Habit Of Ridicule.

My Tears Are Buried In My Heart, Like Cave-locked Fountains Sleeping.

Repentance Is A One-faced Janus, Ever Looking To The Past.