Forgive What You Can't Excuse.

General Notions Are Generally Wrong.

See How That Pair Of Billing Doves With Open Murmurs Own Their Loves And, Heedless Of Censorious Eyes, Pursue Their Unpolluted Joys: No Fears Of Future Want Molest The Downy Quiet Of Their Nest.

Satire Should, Like A Polished Razor Keen, Wound With A Touch That's Scarcely Felt Or Seen.

My Dear Smollett ... Disgraces His Talent By Writing Those Stupid Romances Called History.

It Was Formerly A Terrifying View To Me That I Should One Day Be An Old Woman. I Now Find That Nature Has Provided Pleasures For Every State.