It Is A Maxim That No Man

Extended Empires Are Like Expanded Gold, Exchanging Solid Strength For Feeble Splendor.

A Small Country Town Is Not The Place In Which One Would Choose To Quarrel With A Wife; Every Human Being In Such Places Is A Spy.

If We Will Have The Kindness Of Others, We Must Endure Their Follies.

As The Faculty Of Writing Has Chiefly Been A Masculine Endowment, The Reproach Of Making The World Miserable Has Always Been Thrown Upon The Women.

Social Sorrow Loses Half Its Pain.