To Be Wicked Does Not

Often When We Think We Are Knotting One Thread, We Are Tying Quite Another.

Oh Lord! Open The Doors Of Night For Me So That I May Leave This Place And Disappear.

Without Vanity, Without Coquetry, Without Curiosity, In A Word, Without The Fall, Woman Would Not Be Woman. Much Of Her Grace Is In Her Frailty.

Give To A Being The Useless, And Deprive Him Of The Needful, And You Have The Gamin.

To See So Much Misery Everywhere, I Suspect That God Is Not Rich. He Keeps Up Appearances, It Is True, But I Feel The Pinch. He Gives A Revolution As A Merchant, Whose Credit Is Low, Gives A Ball.