Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.

Many A Wretch Has Rid On A Hurdle Who Has Done Less Mischief Than Utterers Of Forged Tales, Coiners Of Scandal, And Clippers Of Reputation.

Believe Not Each Accusing Tongue, As Most Weak Persons Do; But Still Believe That Story Wrong, Which Ought Not To Be True!

Nothing Keeps Me In Such Awe As Perfect Beauty; Now, There Is Something Consoling And Encouraging In Ugliness.

Humanity Is Composed But Of Two Categories, The Invalids And The Nurses

Here, My Dear Lucy, Hide These Books. Quick, Quick! Fling "peregrine Pickle" Under The Toilette -throw "roderick Random" Into The Closet -put "the Innocent Adultery" Into "the Whole Duty Of Man"; Thrust "lord Aimworth" Under The Sofa! Cram "ovid" Behind The Bolster; There -put "the Man Of Feeling" Into Your Pocket. Now For Them.