Angry Men Make Themselves Beds Of Nettles.

It Is A Happy Art To Know When One Has Said Enough. I Would Leave My Hearers Wishing Me To Say More Rather Than Give Them Cause Toshow, By Their Inattention, That I Had Said Too Much.

A Prudent Person, Having To Do With A Designing One, Will Always Distrust Most When Appearances Are Fairest.

A Feeling Heart Is A Blessing That No One, Who Has It, Would Be Without; And It Is A Moral Security Of Innocence; Since The Heart That Is Able To Partake Of The Distress Of Another, Cannot Wilfully Give It.

The Nature Of Familiar Letters, Written, As It Were, To The Moment, While The Heart Is Agitated By Hopes And Fears, On Events Undecided, Must Plead An Excuse For The Bulk Of A Collection Of This Kind. Mere Facts And Characters Might Be Comprised In A Much Smaller Compass: But, Would They Be Equally Interesting?

Nothing Dries Sooner Than Tears.