One Is Easily Fooled By That Which

Our Minds Need Relaxation, And Give Way Unless We Mix With Work A Little Play.

How Strange It Is To See With How Much Passion People See Things Only In Their Own Fashion!

Books And Marriage Go Ill Together.

A Husband Is A Plaster That Cures All The Ills Of Girlhood.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?