Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

Earth Knows No Desolation. She Smells Regeneration In The Moist Breath Of Decay.

Much Benevolence Of The Passive Order May Be Traced To A Disinclination To Inflict Pain Upon Oneself.

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

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