Miserable Is The Fate Of Writers: If

I Have Often Observ'd The Loudest Laughers To Be The Dullest Fellows In The Company.

Copiousness Of Words, However Ranged, Is Always False Eloquence, Though It Will Ever Impose On Some Sort Of Understandings.

The Ultimate End Of Your Education Was To Make You A Good Wife.

But The Fruit That Can Fall Without Shaking Indeed Is Too Mellow For Me.

Whoever Will Cultivate Their Own Mind Will Find Full Employment. Every Virtue Does Not Only Require Great Care In The Planting, But As Much Daily Solicitude In Cherishing As Exotic Fruits And Flowers; The Vices And Passions (which I Am Afraid Are The Natural Product Of The Soil) Demand Perpetual Weeding. Add To This The Search After Knowledge. . . And The Longest Life Is Too Short.