You Men Have None Of You Any

I Would Much Rather Have Been Merry Than Wise.

I Mean To Be Too Rich To Lament Or To Feel Anything Of The Sort. A Large Income Is The Best Recipe For Happiness I Ever Heard Of. It Certainly May Secure All The Myrtle And Turkey Part Of It.

You Ought Certainly To Forgive Them As A Christian, But Never To Admit Them In Your Sight, Or Allow Their Names To Be Mentioned In Your Hearing.

My Ideas Flow So Rapidly That I Have Not Time To Express Them──by Which Means My Letters Sometimes Convey No Ideas At All To My Correspondents.

How Can I Dispose Of Myself With It?