We Are Betrayed By What Is False

Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of Her Breasts.

We Know The Degree Of Refinement In People By The Matter They Laugh At And The Ring Of The Laugh.

The Debts We Owe Ourselves Are The Hardest To Pay.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

Heiresses Are Never Jilted.