Improvement Is Nature.

Sympathizing And Selfish People Are Alike, Both Given To Tears.

An Author Is Like A Baker; It Is For Him To Make The Sweets, And Others To Buy And Enjoy Them.

We Must Regard All Matter As An Intrusted Secret Which We Believe The Person Concerned Would Wish To Be Considered As Such. Nay, Further Still, We Must Consider All Circumstances As Secrets Intrusted Which Would Bring Scandal Upon Another If Told.

Christmas Is The Glorious Time Of Great Too-much.

Mirth Itself Is Too Often But Melancholy In Disguise.