Old age is a woman's hell.

The more sins you confess, the more books you will sell.

Men lose more conquests by their own awkwardness than by any virtue in the woman.

Wit is a dangerous talent in friendship.

Equality is the share of every one at their advent upon earth, and equality is also theirs when placed beneath it.

Who has not raised a tombstone, here and there, over buried hopes and dead joys, on the road of life? Like the scars of the heart, they are not to be obliterated.

The loss of friends is a tax on age!