Love Lessens Woman's Delicacy And Increases Man's.

A Woman Who Could Always Love Would Never Grow Old; And The Love Of Mother And Wife Would Often Give Or Preserve Many Charms If It Were Not Too Often Combined With Parental And Conjugal Anger. There Remains In The Face Of Women Who Are Naturally Serene And Peaceful, And Of Those Rendered So By Religion, An After-spring, And Later An After-summer, The Reflex Of Their Most Beautiful Bloom.

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than Cheerfulness In An Old Face.

Passion Makes The Best Observations And The Sorriest Conclusions.

Every Man Has A Rainy Corner Of His Life Whence Comes Foul Weather Which Follows Him.