I Endeavor Not To Conceal That I

I Was Amongst The Virtues Like The Great Turk In His Seraglio Of Women, And I Chose To Dwell With That Virtue Which Looked The Fairest In My Eyes And Gave Me At That Season Most Pleasure. In Short, I Made Wives Of Them: I First Admired Them, Then Made Them My Own Property, And If They Would Not Submit To My Will, I Again Turned Them Off And Divorced Them.

The Supposition That It Was Possible For Any Woman To Be So Mean-spirited As Not At Least To Wish To Tear Out Her Rival's Eyes Was Too Hard For The Digestion Of The Cry.

[h]ow Do I Pity Those Who (assuming The Name Of Friends) Surround Themselves With Maxims Importing The Wisdom Of Doubt And Suspicion, 'til They Impose On Themselves That Very Hard Task Of Laboring Through Life Without Ever Knowing A Human Creature To Whom They Can Make The Proper Use Of Language And Freely Speak The Dictates Of Their Hearts!

The Words Of Kindness Are More Healing To A Drooping Heart Than Balm Or Honey.

There Appears To Be But Two Grand Master Passions Or Movers In The Human Mind, Namely, Love And Pride. And What Constitutes The Beauty Or Deformity Of A Man's Character Is The Choice He Makes Under Which Banner He Determines To Enlist Himself. But There Is A Strong Distinction Between Different Degress In The Same Thing And A Mixture Of Two Contraries.