Sorrow Makes An Ugly Face Odious.

The Uselessness And Expensiveness Of Modern Women Multiply Bachelors.

The Longer A Woman Remains Single, The More Apprehensive She Will Be Of Entering Into The State Of Wedlock. At Seventeen Or Eighteen, A Girl Will Plunge Into It, Sometimes Without Either Fear Or Wit; At Twenty, She Will Begin To Think; At Twenty-four, Will Weigh And Discriminate; At Twenty-eight, Will Be Afraid Of Venturing; At Thirty, Will Turn About, And Look Down The Hill She Has Ascended, And Sometimes Rejoice, Sometimes Repent, That She Has Gained That Summit Sola.

It Is Better To Be Thought Perverse Than Insincere.

Virtue Only Is The True Beauty.

The World, Thinking Itself Affronted By Superior Merit, Takes Delight To Bring It Down To Its Own Level.