It Merely Shews, After All, That Affection

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

To Be Rude Is As Good As Being Clever.

And This Is Woman's Fate: All Her Affections Are Called Into Life By Winning Flatteries, And Then Thrown Back Upon Themselves To Perish; And Her Heart, Her Trusting Heart, Filled With Weak Tenderness, Is Left To Bleed Or Break!

Occupation Is One Great Source Of Enjoyment. No Man, Properly Occupied, Was Ever Miserable.