Foppery Is The Egotism Of Clothes.

Philosophy Is The Microscope Of Thought. Everything Desires To Flee From It, But Nothing Escapes It.

Oh! Everything I Loved!

Yes, The Brutalities Of Progress Are Called Revolutions

Without Vanity, Without Coquetry, Without Curiosity, In A Word, Without The Fall, Woman Would Not Be Woman. Much Of Her Grace Is In Her Frailty.

The Sewer Is The Conscience Of The City.