Life would be dull without them.
Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.
Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.
It is only very ugly or very beautiful women who ever hide their faces .
The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.
The Number our envious Persons, confirmation our capability.