She Is Laughing Up Her Sleeve At

The Smallest Errors Are Always The Best. [fr., Les Plus Courtes Erreurs Sont Toujours Les Meilleures.]

I Believe That Two And Two Are Four And That Four And Four Are Eight.

A Husband Is A Plaster That Cures All The Ills Of Girlhood.

It Is A Fine Seasoning For Joy To Think Of Those We Love.

I Might, By Chance, Write Something Just As Shoddy; But Then I Wouldn't Show It To Everybody.