Heaven Lent You A Soul, Earth Will

Truth, Like The Sun, Submits To Be Obscured; But, Like The Sun, Only For A Time.

Satire Is An Abuse Of Wit. It Corrects Few Evils.

The Finest Compliment That Can Be Paid To A Woman Of Sense Is To Address Her As Such.

In The Assurance Of Strength There Is Strength; And They Are The Weakest, However Strong, Who Have No Faith In Themselves Or Their Powers.

As Many Suffer From Too Much As Too Little.