At Fifteen, Neither Beauty Nor Talent Exist:

Women Are Ever The Dupes Or The Victims Of Their Extreme Sensitiveness.

First Love Is A Kind Of Vaccination Which Saves A Man From Catching The Complaint The Second Time.

No Frozen-hearted Woman Ever I Laid Eyes On But Has Made Duty Her Religion.

Death Unites As Well As Separates; It Silences All Paltry Feeling.

Man's Condition Is Horrible Because, No Matter What Form His Happiness May Take, It Arises From Some Species Of Ignorance.