Aspiring Beggary Is Wretchedness Itself.

Don't Let Us Make Imaginary Evils, When You Know We Have So Many Real Ones To Encounter.

In Proportion As Society Refines, New Books Must Ever Become More Necessary.

For Praise Too Dearly Lov'd, Or Warmly Sought, Enfeebles All Internal Strength Of Thought; And The Weak Soul Within Itself Unblest, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

A Modest Woman, Dressed Out In All Her Finery, Is The Most Tremendous Object Of The Whole Creation.

And What Is Friendship But A Name, A Charm That Lulls To Sleep, A Shade That Follows Wealth Or Fame, And Leaves The Wretch To Weep?