Oh, How Fine It Is To Know

Most People Die From The Remedy Rather Than From The Illness.

There Is No Secret Of The Heart Which Our Actions Do Not Disclose.

Age Brings About Everything; But It Is Not The Time, Madam, As We Know, To Be A Prude At Twenty.

One Can Be Well-bred And Write Bad Poetry

I Hate All Men, The Ones Because They Are Mean And Vicious, And The Others For Being Complaisant With The Vicious Ones.