Life Is Barren Enough Surely With All

Complaints Are Vain; We Will Try To. Do Better Another Time. To-morrow And To-morrow. A Few Designs And A Few Failures, And The Time Of Designing Is Past.

To A Poet Nothing Can Be Useless.

The Only End Of Writing Is To Enable Readers Better To Enjoy Life Or Better To Endure It.

If We Require More Perfection From Women Than From Ourselves, It Is Doing Them Honor.

A Blaze First Pleases And Then Tires The Sight.