All Women Are Flirts, But Some Are

Most Men, Like Plants, Possess Hidden Qualities Which Chance Discovers.

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

The Whimsicalness Of Our Own Humor Is A Thousand Times More Fickle And Unaccountable Than What We Blame So Much In Fortune.

We Often See Malefactors, When They Are Led To Execution, Put On Resolution And A Contempt Of Death Which, In Truth, Is Nothing Else But Fearing To Look It In The Face--so That This Pretended Bravery May Very Truly Be Said To Do The Same Good Office To Their Mind That The Blindfold Does To Their Eyes.

All Men Are Equally Proud. The Only Difference Is That Not All Take The Same Methods Of Showing It.