In The Career Of Female Fame, There

Imparting Knowledge Is Only Lighting Other Men's Candles At Our Lamp Without Depriving Ourselves Of Any Flame.

The Platform Or The Altar Of Love May Be Analyzed And Explained; It Is Constructed Of Virtue, Beauty, And Affection. Such Is The Pyre, Such Is The Offering; But The Ethereal Spark Must Come From Heaven, That Lights The Sacrifice.

Compulsion Hardly Restores Right; Love Yields All Things.

The Pure In Heart Are Slow To Credit Calumnies, Because They Hardly Comprehend What Motives Can Be Inducements To The Alleged Crimes.

The Mob Is A Sort Of Bear; While Your Ring Is Through Its Nose, It Will Even Dance Under Your Cudgel; But Should The Ring Slip, And You Lose Your Hold, The Brute Will Turn And Rend You.