Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It

Brussels Is A Gay Little City That Lies As Bright Within Its Girdle Of Woodland As Any Butterfly That Rests Upon Moss.

Love Is Cruel As The Grave.

I Do Not Wish To Be A Coward Like The Father Of Mankind And Throw The Blame Upon A Woman.

Woman Already Controls By Not Seeming To Do So. Talk No More Of Her Rights.

A Just Chastisement May Benefit A Man, Though It Seldom Does; But An Unjust One Changes All His Blood To Gall.