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The Scope Of An Intellect Is Not To Be Measured With A Tape-string, Or A Character Deciphered From The Shape Or Length Of A Nose.

In Ambition, As In Love, The Successful Can Afford To Be Indulgent Toward Their Rivals. The Prize Our Own, It Is Graceful To Recognize The Merit That Vainly Aspired To It.

It Is Indeed A Misfortune For A Woman To Be Without Beauty, As With Men The Eye Is The Chief Arbiter Of Qualities In The Sex. Her Beauty Is Her Capital--her Worth In The Market Matrimonial Depends Upon It. With Her The Virtues Are Less Reverenced When Unaccompanied By The Graces. The Sex Understand This Very Well; And Hence They Seek Mainly To Make Captive The Eye, Knowing The Mind And Heart Will Follow As A Matter Of Course.

Our First And Last Love Is Self-love.

The Use We Make Of Our Fortune Determines Its Sufficiency. A Little Is Enough If Used Wisely, And Too Much If Expended Foolishly.