Shopping, True Feminine Felicity!

To This Hour, The Great Science And Duty Of Politics Is Lowered By The Petty Leaven Of Small And Personal Advantage.

Youth, Balancing Itself Upon Hope, Is Forever In Extremes: Its Expectations Are Continually Aroused Only To Be Baffled, And Disappointment, Like A Summer Shower, Is Violent In Proportion To Its Brevity.

No Hour Arrives So Soon As The One We Dread.

A Sealed Book, At Whose Contents We Tremble.

We Need To Suffer, That We May Learn To Pity.