Order Is The Key To All Problems.

Youth Is A Blossom Whose Fruit Is Love; Happy Is He Who Plucks It After Watching It Slowly Ripen.

...for, However All Other Feelings May Be Withered In A Woman's Nature, There Is Always One Bright Smiling Spot In The Maternal Breast, And That Is Where A Dearly-beloved Child Is Concerned.

Your Bitter Memories Still Have Time To Turn Into Sweet Ones.

You Are Very Amiable, No Doubt, But You Would Be Charming If You Would Only Depart.

Pure Love And Suspicion Cannot Dwell Together: At The Door Where The Latter Enters, The Former Makes Its Exit.