Ah! The Soft Starlight Of

All Men Can Bear A Familiar, Definite Misfortune Better Than The Cruel Alternations Of A Fate Which, From One Moment To Another, Brings Excessive Joy Or Sorrow.

The Parisan, Sauntering The Streets Idly, Is As Often A Man In Despair As A Lounger.

Conventions Are Often More Cruel Than The Law.

No Frozen-hearted Woman Ever I Laid Eyes On But Has Made Duty Her Religion.

Marriage Is A Fight To The Death. Before Contracting It, The Two Parties Concerned Implore The Benediction Of Heaven Because To Promise To Love Each Other Forever Is The Rashest Of Enterprises.