Nothing Less Will Content Me, Than Wholeamerica.

A Definition May Be Very Exact, And Yet Go But A Very Little Way Towards Informing Us Of The Nature Of The Thing Defined.

There Is America, Which At This Day Serves For Little More Than To Amuse You With Stories Of Savage Men And Uncouth Manners, Yet Shall, Before You Taste Of Death, Show Itself Equal To The Whole Of That Commerce Which Now Attracts The Envy Of The World.

All Virtue Which Is Impracticable Is Spurious.

Woman Is Not Made To Be The Admiration Of Everybody , But The Happiness Of One.

Delusion And Weakness Produce Not One Mischief The Less, Because They Are Universal.