Love Is A Game In Which One

Good Befalls Us While We Sleep, Sometimes.

Kindness Is Not Without Its Rocks Ahead. People Are Apt To Put It Down To An Easy Temper And Seldom Recognize It As The Secret Striving Of A Generous Nature; Whilst, On The Other Hand, The Ill-natured Get Credit For All The Evil They Refrain From.

Marriage Is A Fight To The Death. Before Contracting It, The Two Parties Concerned Implore The Benediction Of Heaven Because To Promise To Love Each Other Forever Is The Rashest Of Enterprises.

The Errors Of Women Spring, Almost Always, From Their Faith In The Good, Or Their Confidence In The True

I Am A Galley Slave To Pen And Ink.