... If It Were The Fashion To

Nature Has Not Placed Us In An Inferior Rank To Men, No More Than The Females Of Other Animals, Where We See No Distinction Of Capacity, Though I Am Persuaded If There Was A Commonwealth Of Rational Horses... It Would Be An Established Maxim Amongst Them That A Mare Could Not Be Taught To Pace.

And We Meet, With Champagne And A Chicken, At Last.

No Entertainment Is So Cheap As Reading, Nor Any Pleasure So Lasting. She Will Not Want New Fashions Nor Regret The Loss Of Expensive Diversions Or Variety Of Company If She Can Be Amused With An Author In Her Closet.

A Woman, Till Five-and-thirty, Is Only Looked Upon As A Raw Girl, And Can Possibly Make No Noise In The World Till About Forty.

Philosophy Is The Toil Which Can Never Tire Persons Engaged In It. All Ways Are Strewn With Roses, And The Farther You Go, The More Enchanting Objects Appear Before You And Invite You On.