The Unhappy Never Want Enemies.

The World, Thinking Itself Affronted By Superior Merit, Takes Delight To Bring It Down To Its Own Level.

Love Is Not A Volunteer Thing.

The Nature Of Familiar Letters, Written, As It Were, To The Moment, While The Heart Is Agitated By Hopes And Fears, On Events Undecided, Must Plead An Excuse For The Bulk Of A Collection Of This Kind. Mere Facts And Characters Might Be Comprised In A Much Smaller Compass: But, Would They Be Equally Interesting?

An Acknowledged Love Sanctifies Every Little Freedom; And Little Freedoms Beget Great Ones.

Though A Censure Lies Against Those Who Are Poor And Proud, Yet Is Pride Sooner To Be Forgiven In A Poor Person Than In A Rich One; Since In The Latter It Is Insult And Arrogance; In The Former, It May Be A Defense Against Temptations To Dishonesty; And, If Manifested On Proper Occasions, May Indicate A Natural Bravery Of Mind, Which The Frowns Of Fortune Cannot Depress.