I Do Not Cough For My Own

Woman Is Fine For Her Own Satisfaction Alone. No Man Will Admire Her The More, No Woman Will Like Her The Better For It. Neatness And Fashion Are Enough For The Former, And A Something Of Shabbiness Or Impropriety Will Be Most Endearing To The Latter.

I Want Nothing But Death.

But When A Young Lady Is To Be A Heroine, The Perverseness Of Forty Surrounding Families Cannot Prevent Her. Something Must And Will Happen To Throw A Hero In Her Way.

What Dreadful Hot Weather We Have! It Keeps One In A Continual State Of Inelegance.

My Characters Shall Have, After A Little Trouble, All That They Desire.