I Am Ashamed Of Confessing That I

Misery Is A Guest That We Are Glad To Part With, However Certain Of Her Speedy Return.

To Despise Riches, May, Indeed, Be Philosophic, But To Dispense Them Worthily, Must Surely Be More Beneficial To Mankind.

Childhood Is Never Troubled With Foresight.

Imagination Took The Reins, And Reason, Slow-paced, Though Sure-footed, Was Unequal To A Race With So Eccentric And Flighty A Companion.

Nothing Is So Delicate As The Reputation Of A Woman; It Is At Once The Most Beautiful And Most Brittle Of All Human Things.