'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.

The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

Now, in my opinion, a woman has no business with Power-Power admits no equal, and dismisses friendship for flattery. Besides, it keeps the men at a distance, and that is not always what we wish.

All moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.