Doubts, Like Facts, Are Stubborn Things.

Alas! We Give Our Own Coloring To The Actions Of Others.

Shopping, True Feminine Felicity!

There Is No Wretchedness Like Self-reproach.

A Preface Is A Species Of Literary Luxury, Where An Author, Like A Lover, Is Privileged To Be Egotistical.

All Sweeping Assertions Are Erroneous.