The woman who too easily and ardently yielded her devotion will find that its vitality, like a bright fire, soon consumes itself.

It is not he who searches for praise who finds it.

Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.

Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.

There is even the dignity of vice.

It is said that friendship between women is only a suspension of hostilities.

Vices are often habits rather than passions.