Woman Is Not Made To Be The

All Men Have Equal Rights, But Not To Equal Things.

I Have Not Yet Lost A Feeling Of Wonder, And Of Delight, That The Delicate Motion Should Reside In All The Things Around Us, Revealing Itself Only To Him Who Looks For It.

People Will Not Look Forward To Posterity, Who Never Look Backward To Their Ancestors.

Who Can Know Her, And Himself, And Entertain Much Hope? Who Can See And Know Such A Creature, And Not Love Her To Distraction? She Has All The Softness That Does Not Imply Weakness... She Is Not Made To Be The Admiration Of Everybody, But The Happiness Of One.

The Concessions Of The Weak Are The Concessions Of Fear.