There Is No Applause That So Flatters

Woman Already Controls By Not Seeming To Do So. Talk No More Of Her Rights.

There Is No More Terrible Woe Upon Earth Than The Woe Of The Stricken Brain, Which Remembers The Days Of Its Strength, The Living Light Of Its Reason, The Sunrise Of Its Proud Intelligence, And Knows That These Have Passed Away Like A Tale That Is Told.

Nothing Is So Pleasant ... As To Display Your Worldly Wisdom In Epigram And Dissertation, But It Is A Trifle Tedious To Hear Another Person Display Theirs.

Excess Always Carries It's Own Retributions.

A Cruel Story Runs On Wheels, And Every Hand Oils The Wheels As They Run.