A Woman's Fame Is The Tomb Of

A Woman Only Can Understand A Woman.

Restraint Is The Golden Rule Of Enjoyment.

The Truth Is, We Never Make For Others The Allowance We Make For Ourselves; And We Should Deny Even Our Own Words, Could We Hear Them Spoken By Another.

There Is The Cause For Pleasure And For Pain: But Music Moves Us, And We Know Not Why? We Feel The Tears, But Cannot Trace Their Source. Is It The Language Of Some Other State, Born Of Its Memory! For What Can Wake The Soul's Strong Instinct Of Another World, Like Music！

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