Beautiful thoughts flit across the brain, like butterflies in the sun's rays, and are as difficult to capture.
Anna Cora MowattMisfortune sprinkles ashes on the head of the man, but falls like dew on the heart of the woman, and brings forth [gems] of strength of which she herself had no conscious possession.
Anna Cora MowattLord Chesterfield designated ugly women as the third sex; how shall we place ugly men.
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