There Is Something Great And

A Married Woman Is A Slave You Must Know How To Seat Upon A Throne.

At Thirty Years A Woman Asks Her Lover To Give Her Back The Esteem She Has Forfeited For His Sake; She Lives Only For Him, Her Thoughts Are Full Of His Future, He Must Have A Great Career, She Bids Him Make It Glorious; She Can Obey, Entreat, Command, Humble Herself, Or Rise In Pride; Times Without Number She Brings Comfort When A Young Girl Can Only Make Moan.

Some Day You Will Find Out That There Is Far More Happiness In Another's Happiness Than In Your Own.

We Are Never Either So Wretched Or So Happy As We Say We Are.

It Is The Mark Of A Great Man That He Puts To Flight All Ordinary Calculations. He Is At Once Sublime And Touching, Childlike And Of The Race Of Giants.