From Sixteen To Twenty, All Women, Kept

What We Look Upon As Our Greatest Unhappiness In A Difficulty We Are Involved In, May Possibly Be The Evil Hastening To Its Crisis, And Happy Days May Ensue.

The Mind Can Be But Full. It Will Be As Much Filled With A Small Disagreeable Occurrence, Having No Other, As With A Large One.

Whom We Fear More Than Love, We Are Not Far From Hating.

The Woman Who Thinks Meanly Of Herself Is Any Man's Purchase.

Necessity May Well Be Called The Mother Of Invention But Calamity Is The Test Of Integrity.