At Fifteen, Neither Beauty Nor Talent Exist:

Though The Human Heart May Have To Pause For Rest When Climbing The Heights Of Affection It Rarely Stops On The Slippery Slope Of Hatred.

Women Are As They Are; They Necessarily Have The Defects Of Their Virtues.

True Love Is Eternal, Infinite, And Always Like Itself. It Is Equal And Pure.

God Reveals Himself, Unfailingly, To The Solitary, Thoughtful Seeker

A Woman Filled With Faith In The One She Loves Is The Creation Of A Novelist's Imagination.