A Clear Fire, A Clean Hearth, And

In Some Respects The Better A Book Is, The Less It Demands From The Binding.

Go Where Glory Waits Thee! But While Fame Elates Thee, Oh, Still Remember Me!

I Toiled After It, Sir, As Some Men Toil After Virtue.

Men Marry For Fortune, And Sometimes To Please Their Fancy; But, Much Oftener Than Is Suspected, They Consider What The World Will Say Of It--how Such A Woman In Their Friends' Eyes Will Look At The Head Of A Table. Hence We See So Many Insipid Beauties Made Wives Of, That Could Not Have Struck The Particular Fancy Of Any Man That Had Any Fancy At All.

I Hate A Man Who Swallows [his Food], Affecting Not To Know What He Is Eating. I Suspect His Taste In Higher Matters.