Love Is Not A Volunteer Thing.

It Is A Happy Art To Know When One Has Said Enough. I Would Leave My Hearers Wishing Me To Say More Rather Than Give Them Cause Toshow, By Their Inattention, That I Had Said Too Much.

Whom We Fear More Than Love, We Are Not Far From Hating.

The Readiness With Which Women Are Apt To Forgive The Men Who Have Deceived Other Women; And That Inconsiderate Notion Of Too Many Of Them That A Reformed Rake Makes The Best Husband, Are Great Encouragements To Vile Men To Continue Their Profligacy.

What We Want To Tell, We Wish Our Friend To Have Curiosity To Hear.

Some Children Act As If They Thought Their Parents Had Nothing To Do, But To See Them Established In The World And Then Quit It.