Not Childhood Alone, But The Young Man

The Red-letter Days, Now Become, To All Intents And Purposes, Dead-letter Days.

In The Indications Of Female Poverty There Can Be No Disguise. No Woman Dresses Below Herself From Caprice.

Go Where Glory Waits Thee! But While Fame Elates Thee, Oh, Still Remember Me!

I Toiled After It, Sir, As Some Men Toil After Virtue.

The Vices Of Some Men Are Magnificent.