It Is Strange What Society

Shopping, True Feminine Felicity!

I Hate The Word 'ought' - It Always Implies Something Dull, Cold, And Commonplace. The 'ought Nots' Of Life Are Its Pleasantest Things.

It Is Strange What Society Will Endure From Its Idols.

Repentance Is A One-faced Janus, Ever Looking To The Past.

Youth, Balancing Itself Upon Hope, Is Forever In Extremes: Its Expectations Are Continually Aroused Only To Be Baffled, And Disappointment, Like A Summer Shower, Is Violent In Proportion To Its Brevity.