Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.
Baroness OrczyYour mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that -- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.
Baroness OrczyIn the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.
Baroness Orczy