All We Are Is In The Soul.

Women Are Ever The Dupes Or The Victims Of Their Extreme Sensitiveness.

Today Nobility Is Gone: There Is Only A Peerage.

From The Manner In Which A Woman Draws Her Thread At Every Stitch Of Her Needlework, Any Other Woman Can Surmise Her Thoughts.

It Is Not Hope But Despair That Gives Us The Measure Of Our Ambitions. We May Yield Secretly To Beautiful Poems Of Hope But Grief Looms Start And Stripped Of All Veils.

At Fifteen, Neither Beauty Nor Talent Exist: A Woman Is All Promise.