Solitude Begets Whimsies.

A Face Is Too Slight A Foundation For Happiness.

A Woman, Till Five-and-thirty, Is Only Looked Upon As A Raw Girl, And Can Possibly Make No Noise In The World Till About Forty.

Nobody Should Trust Their Virtue With Necessity, The Force Of Which Is Never Known Till It Is Felt, And It Is Therefore One Of The First Duties To Avoid The Temptation Of It.

I Am Afraid We Are Little Better Than Straws Upon The Water; We May Flatter Ourselves That We Swim, When The Current Carries Us Along.

I Have Never, In All My Various Travels, Seen But Two Sorts Of People I Mean Men And Women, Who Always Have Been, And Ever Will Be, The Same. The Same Vices And The Same Follies Have Been The Fruit Of All Ages, Though Sometimes Under Different Names.