There Is Perfect Love In Heaven!

What A Fool You Must Be," Said My Head To My Heart, Or My Sterner To My Softer Self.

The Best Compliment To A Mother Is To Appreciate Her Little One.

If You Would Have A Boy To Despise His Mother, Let Her Keep Him At Home, And Spend Her Life In Petting Him Up, And Slaving To Indulge His Follies And Caprices.

Because I Imagine There Must Be Only A Very, Very Few Men In The World, That I Should Like To Marry; And Of Those Few, It Is Ten To One I May Never Be Acquainted With One; Or If I Should, It Is Twenty To One He May Not Happen To Be Single, Or To Take A Fancy To Me.

Intimate Acquaintance Must Precede Real Friendship