Tired Of Myself Longing For What I

Women Are So Much In Love With Compliments That Rather Than Want Them, They Will Compliment One Another, Yet Mean No More By It Than The Men Do.

Youth Is Rather To Be Pitied Than Envied By People In Years Since It Is Doomed To Toil Through The Rugged Road Of Life Which The Others Have Passed Through, In Search Of Happiness That Is Not To Be Met With In It And That, At The Highest, Can Be Compounded For Only By The Blessing Of A Contented Mind.

The Readiness With Which Women Are Apt To Forgive The Men Who Have Deceived Other Women; And That Inconsiderate Notion Of Too Many Of Them That A Reformed Rake Makes The Best Husband, Are Great Encouragements To Vile Men To Continue Their Profligacy.

Angry Men Make Themselves Beds Of Nettles.

Too Liberal Self-accusations Are Generally But So Many Traps For Acquittal With Applause.