Forgive What You Can't Excuse.

In Short I Will Part With Anything For You But You.

We Are No More Free Agents Than The Queen Of Clubs When She Victoriously Takes Prisoner The Knave Of Hearts.

General Notions Are Generally Wrong.

I Wish You Would Moderate That Fondness You Have For Your Children. I Do Not Mean You Should Abate Any Part Of Your Care, Or Not Do Your Duty To Them In Its Utmost Extent, But I Would Have You Early Prepare Yourself For Disappointments, Which Are Heavy In Proportion To Their Being Surprising.

Strictly Speaking, There Is But One Real Evil: I Mean Acute Pain. All Other Complaints Are So Considerably Diminished By Time That It Is Plain The Grief Is Owing To Our Passion, Since The Sensation Of It Vanishes When That Is Over.