Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear

What Is Life? A Gulf Of Troubled Waters, Where The Soul, Like A Vexed Bark, Is Tossed Upon The Waves Of Pain And Pleasure By The Wavering Breath Of Passions.

I Do Love Violets; They Tell The History Of Woman's Love.

A Woman Only Can Understand A Woman.

A Preface Is A Species Of Literary Luxury, Where An Author, Like A Lover, Is Privileged To Be Egotistical.

All Sweeping Assertions Are Erroneous.