If I Hate The Sins, I Love

Is It That They Think It A Duty To Be Continually Talking,' Pursued She: 'and So Never Pause To Think, But Fill Up With Aimless Trifles And Vain Repetitions When Subjects Of Real Interest Fail To Present Themselves? - Or Do They Really Take A Pleasure In Such Discourse?' 'very Likely They Do,' Said I; 'their Shallow Minds Can Hold No Great Ideas, And Their Light Heads Are Carried Away By Trivialities That Would Not Move A Better-furnished Skull; - And Their Only Alternative To Such Discourse Is To Plunge Over Head And Ears Into The Slough Of Scandal - Which Is Their Chief Delight.

I Possess The Faculty Of Enjoying The Company Of Those I - Of My Friends As Well In Silence As In Conversation.

I Still Preserve Those Relics Of Past Sufferings And Experience, Like Pillars Of Witness Set Up In Travelling Through The Valve Of Life, To Mark Particular Occurrences. The Footsteps Are Obliterated Now; The Face Of The Country May Be Changed; But The Pillar Is Still There, To Remind Me How All Things Were When It Was Reared.

You Will Form A Very Inadequate Estimate Of A Man's Character, If You Judge By What A Fond Sister Says Of Him. The Worst Of Them Generally Know How To Hide Their Misdeeds From Their Sisters' Eyes, And Their Mother's, Too.

Keep Guard Over Your Eyes And Ears As The Inlets Of Your Heart, And Over Your Lips As The Outlets, Lest They Betray You In A Moment Of Unwariness.