Nothing Is So Pleasant ... As To

There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She Who Is Born A Beauty Is Half Married.

Fancy Tortures More People Than Does Reality

Count Art By Gold, And It Fetters The Feet It Once Winged.

When You Talk Yourself, You Think How Witty, How Original, How Acute You Are; But When Another Does So, You Are Very Apt To Think Only - What A Crib From Rochefoucauld!

Age Is Nothing But Death That Is Conscious.