The Truest Self-respect Is Not To Think

He Is Greatest Whose Strength Carries Up The Most Hearts By The Attraction Of His Own.

Self-contemplation Is Apt To End In Self-conceit.

Nature Is A Vast Repository Of Manly Enjoyments.

Everyone Has Conscience Enough To Hate; Few Have Religion Enough To Love.

In The Sacred Precinct Of That Dwelling Where The Despotic Woman Wields The Sceptre Of Fierce Neatness, One Treads As If He Carried His Life In His Hands.