I Have Sometimes Thought Of The Final

When A Man Has Not A Good Reason For Doing A Thing, He Has One Good Reason For Letting It Alone.

In Man's Most Dark Extremity Oft Succour Dawns From Heaven.

The Man Who Is Deserving The Name Is The One Whose Thoughts And Exertions Are For Others Rather Than For Himself.

Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The Characters In Dust.

Besides, Rose Bradwardine, Beautiful And Amiable As We Have Described Her, Had Not Precisely The Sort Of Beauty Or Merit Which Captivates A Romantic Imagination In Early Youth. She Was Too Frank, Too Confiding, Too Kind; Amiable Qualities, Undoubtedly, But Destructive Of The Marvellous, With Which A Youth Of Imagination Delights To Dress The Empress Of His Affections.