No One Can Be Happy In Eternal

His Heart Was Like A Sensitive Plant, That Opens For A Moment In The Sunshine, But Curls Up And Shrinks Into Itself At The Slightest Touch Of The Finger, Or The Lightest Breath Of Wind.

Oh, I Am Very Weary, Though Tears No Longer Flow; My Eyes Are Tired Of Weeping, My Heart Is Sick Of Woe.

I Would Not Send A Poor Girl Into The World, Ignorant Of The Snares That Beset Her Path; Nor Would I Watch And Guard Her, Till, Deprived Of Self-respect And Self-reliance, She Lost The Power Or The Will To Watch And Guard Herself .

When A Lady Condescends To Apologise, There Is No Keeping One’s Anger.

[preface To Second Edition:] ... I Am Satisfied That If A Book Is A Good One, It Is So Whatever The Sex Of The Author May Be.