What I Mean By Love ... Is

There Is Yet Another Kind Of Matrimonial Dialect (which Naturally Succeeds This Of Talking At Each Other), Which May Very Properlybe Styled The Language Contradictory.... In The Former, However Plain The Object Of Satire May Be Exhibited To The Whole Company, Yet There Always Remains Some Little Covering.... But In This Last Method, The Defiance Becomes More Open And The Impetuosity With Which These Contradictions Are Uttered (although The Subjects Of Them Are Often Of The Most Indifferent Nature) Evidently Prove That They Arise From Passion.

The Words Of Kindness Are More Healing To A Drooping Heart Than Balm Or Honey.

Men Look On Knowledge Which They Learn--or Might Learn--from Others As They Do On The Most Beautiful Structures Which Are Not Their Own: In Outward Objects, They Would Rather Behold Their Own Hogsty Than Their Neighbor's Palace; And In Mental Ones, Would Prefer One Grain Of Knowledge Gained By Their Own Observation To All The Wisdom Of A Thousand Solomons.

I Was Amongst The Virtues Like The Great Turk In His Seraglio Of Women, And I Chose To Dwell With That Virtue Which Looked The Fairest In My Eyes And Gave Me At That Season Most Pleasure. In Short, I Made Wives Of Them: I First Admired Them, Then Made Them My Own Property, And If They Would Not Submit To My Will, I Again Turned Them Off And Divorced Them.

I Often Used To Think Myself In The Case Of The Fox-hunter, Who, When He Had Toiled And Sweated All Day In The Chase As If Some Unheard-of Blessing Was To Crown His Success, Finds At Last All He Has Got By His Labor Is A Stinking Nauseous Animal. But My Condition Was Yet Worse Than His; For He Leaves The Loathsome Wretch To Be Torn By His Hounds, Whilst I Was Obliged To Fondle Mine, And Meanly Pretend Him To Be The Object Of My Love.