Every Savage Can Dance.

Walter Scott Has No Business To Write Novels, Especially Good Ones. He Has Fame And Profit Enough As A Poet, And Should Not Be Taking The Bread Out Of Other People's Mouths.

Men Were Put Into The World To Teach Women The Law Of Compromise.

No One Can Be Really Esteemed Accomplished Who Does Not Greatly Surpass What Is Usually Met With.

In A Letter From Bath To Her Sister, Cassandra, One Senses Her Frustration At Her Sheltered Existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

Faultless In Spite Of All Her Faults.