And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.