Misery Is A Guest That We Are

I Love And Honour [paulus Aemilius, In Plutarch's Lives], For His Fondness For His Children, Which Instead Of Blushing At, He Avows And Glories In: And That At An Age, When Almost All The Heros And Great Men Thought That To Make Their Children And Family A Secondary Concern, Was The First Proof Of Their Superiority And Greatness Of Soul.

There Is Something In Age That Ever, Even In Its Own Despite, Must Be Venerable, Must Create Respect And To Have It Ill Treated, Is To Me Worse, More Cruel And Wicked Than Anything On Earth

Tis Best To Build No Castles In The Air.

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

I Never Pretend To Be So Superior A Being As To Be Above Having And Indulging A Hobby Horse [her Journal Writing], And While I Keep Mine Within Due Bounds And Limits, Nobody, I Flatter Myself, Would Wish To Deprive Me Of The Poor Animal: To Be Sure, He Is Not Formed For Labour, And Is Rather Lame And Weak, But Then The Dear Creature Is Faithful, Constant, And Loving, And Though He Sometimes Prances, Would Not Kick Anyone Into The Mire, Or Hurt A Single Soul For The World--and I Would Not Part With Him For One Who Could Win The Greatest Prize That Ever Was Won At Any Races.