Angry Men Make Themselves Beds Of Nettles.

The Seeds Of Death Are Sown In Us When We Begin To Live, And Grow Up Till, Like Rampant Weeds, They Choak The Tender Flower Of Life.

There Is A Pride, A Self-love, In Human Minds That Will Seldom Be Kept So Low As To Make Men And Women Humbler Than They Ought To Be.

The Mind Can Be But Full. It Will Be As Much Filled With A Small Disagreeable Occurrence, Having No Other, As With A Large One.

Men Are Less Forgiving Than Women.

Reverence To A Woman In Courtship Is Less To Be Dispensed With, As, Generally, There Is But Little Of It Shown Afterwards.