Prudery Is Ignorance.

There Is Yet A Silent Agony In Which The Mind Appears To Disdain All External Help, And Broods Over Its Distresses With Gloomy Reserve. This Is The Most Dangerous State Of Mind; Accidents Or Friendships May Lessen The Louder Kinds Of Grief, But All Remedies For This Must Be Had From Within, And There Despair Too Often Finds The Most Deadly Enemy.

The First Time I Read An Excellent Book, It Is To Me Just As If I Had Gained A New Friend. When I Read A Book Over I Have Perused Before, It Resembles The Meeting With An Old One.

It World Be Well Had We More Misers Than We Have Among Us.

The Europeans Are Themselves Blind Who Describe Fortune Without Sight. No First-rate Beauty Ever Had Finer Eyes, Or Saw More Clearly. They Who Have No Other Trade But Seeking Their Fortune Need Never Hope To Find Her; Coquette-like, She Flies From Her Close Pursuers, And At Last Fixes On The Plodding Mechanic Who Stays At Home And Minds His Business.

In Arguing One Should Meet Serious Pleading With Humor, And Humor With Serious Pleading.