Flirting Is A Woman’s Trade, One Must

Fair As A Lily, And Not Only The Pride Of Life, But The Desire Of His Eyes

Men, In General, Are A Sort Of Scum, Very Different To Anything Of Which You Have An Idea.

I Doubt If I Have Made The Best Use Of All My Calamities. Soft, Amiable Natures They Would Have Refined To Saintliness; Of Strong, Evil Spirits They Would Have Made Demons; As For Me, I Have Only Been A Woe-struck And Selfish Woman.

For Those Who Are Not Hungry, It Is Easy To Palaver About The Degradation Of Charity.

He Was The First To Recognise Me, And To Love What He Saw.