Oh, Jo, How Could You? Your One

[she Was] Kept There In The Sort Of Embrace A Man Gives To The Dearest Creature The World Holds For Him.

Cast Your Bread Upon The Waters, And After Many Days It Will Come Back Buttered.

Love Is Apt To Make Lunatics Of Even Men And Saints.

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

No Woman Should Give Her Happiness Into The Keeping Of A Man Without Fixed Principles.