I Have No Talent For Certainty.

His Cold Politeness, His Ceremonious Grace, Were Worse Than Anything.

Her Pleasure In The Walk Must Arise From The Exercise And The Day, From The View Of The Last Smiles Of The Year Upon The Tawny Leaves And Withered Hedges, And From Repeating To Herself Some Few Of The Thousand Poetical Descriptions Extant Of Autumn-that Season Of Peculiar And Inexhaustible Influence On The Mind Of Taste And Tenderness-that Season Which Has Drawn From Every Poet Worthy Of Being Read Some Attempt At Description, Or Some Lines Of Feeling.

To Take A Dislike To A Young Man, Only Because He Appeared To Be Of A Different Disposition From Himself, Was Unworthy The Real Liberality Of Mind

If A Woman Doubts As To Whether She Should Accept A Man Or Not, She Certainly Ought To Refuse Him. If She Can Hesitate As To `yes,' She Ought To Say `no' Directly. It Is Not A State To Be Safely Entered Into With Doubtful Feelings, With Half A Heart.

She Will Never Submit To Any Thing Requiring Industry And Patience, And A Subjection Of The Fancy To The Understanding.