She That Paints Her Face, Thinks Of

That Which Resembles Most Living One's Life Over Again, Seems To Be To Recall All The Circumstances Of It; And, To Render This Remembrance More Durable, To Record Them In Writing.

There Are Three Sorts Of People In The World: Those Who Are Immovable, People Who Don't Get It, Or Don't Want To Do Anything About It; There Are People Who Are Movable, People Who See The Need For Change And Are Prepared To Listen To It; And There Are People Who Move, People Who Make Things Happen.

I Think That A Young State, Like A Young Virgin, Should Modestly Stay At Home, And Wait The Application Of Suitors For An Alliance With Her; And Not Run About Offering Her Amity To All The World; And Hazarding Their Refusal. Our Virgin Is A Jolly One; And Tho At Present Not Very Rich, Will In Time Be A Great Fortune, And Where She Has A Favorable Predisposition, It Seems To Me Well Worth Cultivating.

A Man Of Knowledge Like A Rich Soil, Feeds If Not A World Of Corn, A World Of Weeds.

Words May Show A Man's Wit But Actions His Meaning.