Love Is A Blazing, Crackling, Green-wood Flame,

Men Know No Medium: They Will Either, Spaniel-like, Fawn At Your Feet, Or Be Ready To Leap Into Your Lap.

The Nature Of Familiar Letters, Written, As It Were, To The Moment, While The Heart Is Agitated By Hopes And Fears, On Events Undecided, Must Plead An Excuse For The Bulk Of A Collection Of This Kind. Mere Facts And Characters Might Be Comprised In A Much Smaller Compass: But, Would They Be Equally Interesting?

Tired Of Myself Longing For What I Have Not

The Difference In The Education Of Men And Women Must Give The Former Great Advantages Over The Latter, Even Where Geniuses Are Equal.

A Fop Takes Great Pains To Hang Out A Sign, By His Dress, Of What He Has Within.