What A Thing Of Fantasy A Woman

There Are No Principles; There Are Only Events. There Is No Good And Bad, There Are Only Circumstances.

A Lover Teaches A Wife All Her Husband Has Kept From Her.

A Penniless Man Who Has No Ties To Bind Him Is Master Of Himself At Any Rate, But A Luckless Wretch Who Is In Love No Longer Belongs To Himself, And May Not Take His Own Life. Love Makes Us Almost Sacred In Our Own Eyes; It Is The Life Of Another That We Revere Within Us; Then And So Begins For Us The Cruelest Trouble Of All.

If The Human Heart Sometimes Finds Moments Of Pause As It Ascends The Slopes Of Affection, It Rarely Halts On The Way Down.

Children, Dear And Loving Children, Can Alone Console A Woman For The Loss Of Her Beauty.