Repetition Is The Mother Of

Passion Makes The Best Observations And The Sorriest Conclusions.

A Woman Who Could Always Love Would Never Grow Old; And The Love Of Mother And Wife Would Often Give Or Preserve Many Charms If It Were Not Too Often Combined With Parental And Conjugal Anger. There Remains In The Face Of Women Who Are Naturally Serene And Peaceful, And Of Those Rendered So By Religion, An After-spring, And Later An After-summer, The Reflex Of Their Most Beautiful Bloom.

Despair Is The Only Genuine Atheism.

Nations And Men Are Only The Best When They Are The Gladdest, And Deserve Heaven When They Enjoy It.

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.