No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet

Of All The Follies That We Can Commit, The Greatest Is To Hesitate.

Habit Is A Second Nature, And What Was At First Pleasure, Is Next Necessity.

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.

Shopping, True Feminine Felicity!

Assuredly, Meeting After Absence, Is One Of - Ah, No! - It Is Life's Most Delicious Feeling.