The Brightest Attractions To The Lover Too

Forgetfulness Is Not To Be Purchased With A Wish; And I Cannot Bestow My Esteem On All Who Desire It, Unless They Deserve It Too.

All True Histories Contain Instruction; Though, In Some, The Treasure May Be Hard To Find, And When Found, So Trivial In Quantity, That The Dry, Shriveled Kernel Scarcely Compensates For The Trouble Of Cracking The Nut.

I Was Sorry For Her; I Was Amazed, Disgusted At Her Heartless Vanity; I Wondered Why So Much Beauty Should Be Given To Those Who Made So Bad A Use Of It, And Denied To Some Who Would Make It A Benefit To Both Themselves And Others. But, God Knows Best, I Concluded. There Are, I Suppose, Some Men As Vain, As Selfish, And As Heartless As She Is, And, Perhaps, Such Women May Be Useful To Punish Them.

I Still Preserve Those Relics Of Past Sufferings And Experience, Like Pillars Of Witness Set Up In Travelling Through The Valve Of Life, To Mark Particular Occurrences. The Footsteps Are Obliterated Now; The Face Of The Country May Be Changed; But The Pillar Is Still There, To Remind Me How All Things Were When It Was Reared.

[preface To Second Edition:] ... I Am Satisfied That If A Book Is A Good One, It Is So Whatever The Sex Of The Author May Be.