O! What A Godlike Power Is That

Youth Is Rather To Be Pitied Than Envied By People In Years Since It Is Doomed To Toil Through The Rugged Road Of Life Which The Others Have Passed Through, In Search Of Happiness That Is Not To Be Met With In It And That, At The Highest, Can Be Compounded For Only By The Blessing Of A Contented Mind.

Superstitious Notions Propagated In Infancy Are Hardly Ever Totally Eradicate, Not Even In Minds Grown Strong Enough To Despise The Like Credulous Folly In Others.

Friendship Is The Perfection Of Love, And Superior To Love; It Is Love Purified, Exalted, Proved By Experience And A Consent Of Minds. Love, Madam, May, And Love Does, Often Stop Short Of Friendship.

Great Allowances Ought To Be Made For The Petulance Of Persons Labouring Under Ill-health.

What We Want To Tell, We Wish Our Friend To Have Curiosity To Hear.