With Women, The Heart Argues, Not The

Those Who Have Not More Must Be Satisfied With What They Have.

We Neither Of Us Perform To Strangers.

The World May Know My Words, But It Has No Such Privileges With My Heart

The Publicis Rather Apt To Be Unreasonably Discontented When A Woman Does Marry Again, Than When She Does Not.

In Vain Have I Struggled. It Will Not Do. My Feelings Will Not Be Repressed. You Must Allow Me To Tell You How Ardently I Admire And Love You.