Are you a bromide?

My feet, they haul me Round the House, They hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to steer them, and They Ride me Everywheres.

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

A good woman would rather be the mother of a genius than the wife of a hero

Count no woman wise, until thou hast received a letter from her hand; but love none thou hast not seen face to face, for she who is not foolish on paper is worth knowing

Our bodies are apt to be our autobiographies