I Was Condemned To Be Beheaded, Or

Men Look On Knowledge Which They Learn--or Might Learn--from Others As They Do On The Most Beautiful Structures Which Are Not Their Own: In Outward Objects, They Would Rather Behold Their Own Hogsty Than Their Neighbor's Palace; And In Mental Ones, Would Prefer One Grain Of Knowledge Gained By Their Own Observation To All The Wisdom Of A Thousand Solomons.

On The Wings Of Fancy, Gentle Readers, Bear Yourselves Into The Mid-air, Where By Imagination You May Form A Large Stupendous Castle.

If Modesty And Candor Are Necessary To An Author In His Judgment Of His Own Works, No Less Are They In His Reader.

I Endeavor Not To Conceal That I Believe There Is A Great Mixture Of Desire In The Passion Which Is Called Love--or Rather, Without Any Far-fetched Strain On Words, It May Be Called The Companion Of Love.

[f]or Women, Like Tradesmen, Draw In The Injudicious To Buy Their Goods By The High Value They Themselves Set Upon Them.... They Endeavor Strongly To Fix In The Minds Of Their Enamoratos Their Own High Value, And Then Contrive As Much As Possible To Make Them Believe That They Have So Many Purchasers At Hand That The Goods--if They Do Not Make Haste--will All Be Gone.