Knavery Is Ever Suspicious Of Knavery.

Poverty Palls The Most Generous Spirits; It Cows Industry, And Casts Resolution Itself Into Despair.

Nothing Is Capable Of Being Well Set To Music That Is Not Nonsense.

All Well-regulated Families Set Apart An Hour Every Morning For Tea And Bread And Butter

The Intelligence Of Affection Is Carried On By The Eye Only; Good-breeding Has Made The Tongue Falsify The Heart, And Act A Part Of Continued Restraint, While Nature Has Preserved The Eyes To Herself, That She May Not Be Disguised Or Misrepresented.

We Are Always Doing Something For Posterity, But I Would Fain See Posterity Do Something For Us.