A Girl's Coquetry Is Of The Simplest,

When A Woman Starts Talking About Her Duty, Her Regard For Appearances, And Her Respect For Religion, She Raises So Many Bulwarks Which She Delights To See Captured By Storm.

Does Anyone Know Where These Gondolas Of Paris Come From? [fr., Ne Sait On Pas Ou Viennent Ces Gondoles Parisiennes?]

There Are Two Kinds Of Poets: Those Who Feel And Those Who Express Themselves. The Former Are Happier.

Love Is Like Some Fresh Spring, First A Stream And Then A River, Changing Its Aspect And Its Nature As It Flows To Plunge Itself In Some Boundless Ocean, Where Restricted Natures Only Find Monotony, But Where Great Souls Are Engulfed In Endless Contemplation.

Foppery, Being The Chronic Condition Of Women, Is Not So Much Noticed As It Is When It Breaks Out On The Person Of The Male Bird.