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Consistency Is A Human Word, But It Certainly Expresses Nothing Human.

Of All The Follies That We Can Commit, The Greatest Is To Hesitate.

And This Is Woman's Fate: All Her Affections Are Called Into Life By Winning Flatteries, And Then Thrown Back Upon Themselves To Perish; And Her Heart, Her Trusting Heart, Filled With Weak Tenderness, Is Left To Bleed Or Break!

Suicide And Antipathy To Fires In A Bedroom Seem To Be Among The National Characteristics. Perhaps The Same Moral Cause May Originate Both.

Society Is Like A Large Piece Of Frozen Water; And Skating Well Is The Great Art Of Social Life.