Writing Does Not Cause Misery. It Is

Virtue Rejects Facility To Be Her Companion. She Requires A Craggy, Rough And Thorny Way.

A Woman Is No Sooner Ours Than We Are No Longer Hers.

Marriage Is Like A Cage; One Sees The Birds Outside Desperate To Get In, And Those Inside Equally Desperate To Get Out.

Our Skin Is Provided As Adequately As Theirs With Endurance Against The Assaults Of The Weather: Witness So Many Nations Who Have Not Yet Tried The Use Of Any Clothes. Our Ancient Gauls Wore Hardly Any Clothes; Nor Do The Irish, Our Neighbors, Under So Cold A Sky.

There Is Nothing On Which Men Are Commonly More Intent Than On Making A Way For Their Opinions.