Confidence Is The Best Proof Of Love.

Wit Is Often Its Own Worst Enemy.

There Is No Reasoning With Imagination.

My Mother Took Too Much, A Great Deal Too Much, Care Of Me; She Over-educated, Over-instructed, Over-dosed Me With Premature Lessons Of Prudence: She Was So Afraid That I Should Ever Do A Foolish Thing, Or Not Say A Wise One, That She Prompted My Every Word, And Guided My Every Action. So I Grew Up, Seeing With Her Eyes, Hearing With Her Ears, And Judging With Her Understanding, Till, At Length, It Was Found Out That I Had Not Eyes, Ears Or Understanding Of My Own.

We Perfectly Agreed In Our Ideas Of Traveling; We Hurried From Place To Place As Fast As Horses And Wheels, And Curses And Guineas, Could Carry Us.

Idleness, Ennui, Noise, Mischief, Riot, And A Nameless Train Of Mistaken Notions Of Pleasure, Are Often Classed, In A Young Man's Mind, Under The General Head Of Liberty.